Running Red

My only friends
A piece of glass
With all the cuts
That never last

Rosy pink
Drops of red
Puddles of blood
Thoughts in head

I want out
Away from this life
To many checker boards
To many cells diced

The drops just get bigger
The mess stays the same
Always one paper towel
Always one thought of shame

One cut today
A few more tomorrow
Maybe I'll run out
But then I'll just have to barrow