Blood Stains

As I sit here in my own pool of blood.

My mind is running with thoughts of crud.

But you don't see all of my pain.

You don't recognize the fingerprints, of the blood stains.

My hands are wrapped with shredded flesh, eating my soul with a knife to the chest.

But you don't see all the sadness I'm in.

You haven't noticed the blood I'm covered in.

Surrounded by hate I find an inner death.

It releases all pain with my very last breath.

Taken away by the fear and loss of hope.

Ending my life with a piece rope. I cant stand this life no more.

I want the pain to go away but it continues to pour.

Like the rain my tears fall non stop.

The inner death inside my soul finally drops.

I only wanted happiness yet the pain just over came.

Everyday and every week its all still the same.

Like the frost that covers the glass.

The bitter coldness of a heart shatters so fast.

The pain and violence corrupts me so much.

I'm awakened by a knife in my clutch.

Ready to cut again I sit in my dark cold room.

Blood spilling out where my wounds begin to bloom.

Ready to die I begin to fade away.

Where all my pain and sadness melts from every single day.