• Blood flows blue under my skin bleeding red from the pain within. Forgetting my sorrow

    needing love, voices singing, drowning out the sound from above. I carve on my wrists the pain

    I feel it will never heal.I try, I scream, no one hears my sorrow deafens my ears. I lie in a puddle

    of red thoughts of you going through my head. Memories of the times we shared. The pain I

    stored inside flows through my cuts. I watch the scarlet flow. I know I should stop but I can not

    let go of the only relief I have ever known. You thought you could heal me but all you did was

    add wounds that will never heal.I know how to stop the pain. Someday I will do what is

    needed. Until then I sit in my blood and read the crimson song I wrote.