Crimson

I grip the tool
That was used for the crime
What have I done?
Why did I let them down?

I drop the blade
Covered in crimson blood
As i hold my wrist
Throbbing with pain

Tears trickled down my cheeks
As I stare in disbelief
Why did I do it?
Why didn't I stop?

I needed someone to talk to
But no one was there
So I did the deed
That was not so fun

As I watch the crimson blood
Fall I think
Why is this so addicting?
Why can't I stop?

Then I realize what
All that has happened
Loads of pressure
Loads of homework
Sports, friends, and family

I couldn't handle it all
So I let it out
But now my mind is stained
With that crimson thought
Of what i did
When I needed someone there