Blood jewelery

I wear a bracelet on my arm,
Of the most beautiful ruby red.
Except my bracelet isn't made of gems,
But out of blood instead.

A line of crimson around my wrist,
That gets deeper every day.
The band I carve into myself,
Makes my sorrows go away

The blood jewelery that I create,
To me is worth double the price of gold.
Its what keeps me living each day,
I'd die if it was sold.

I need the pin to draw the template,
I need the razor to engrave the design.
I need the knife to cut the material,
And to finish it off, daub it with wine.

I have to have my blood jewelry,
It makes reality seem less real.
As long as I have this escape I shall live,
Thats why I never let my bracelets heal.

I seriously don't like this, so yeah I'm ready for any criticism