Crimson tears run down my arm,
All the pain and all the harm.
My only way to let it out,
I wanna scream, I wanna shout.
But I don’t make a sound,
I keep it inside.
I wanna break out,
but instead I hide.
I sit in my room,
and hide in my shell,
The life that I’m living,
my own private hell.
The crimson tears,
down my arm they run.
I look down at my arm,
What Have I done?
