Blood Staind Sheets

Look in my room
Do you see something wrong?
Look at the sheets
Do you see the blood?

No it wasn’t an accident
I didn’t slip or fall
It wasn’t a paper cut
Or that time of the month

Just me alone
With my cold thin blade
Slitting my wrists
Watching the blood flow

Cut after cut
Over and over again
See the blood
Wish for more

Dig a little deeper
Not feeling the pain
Wanting the blood
To slowly stream out

Finally feeling it
The cold dark relief
Release from your mind
Barely even there