Bittersweet Bloodshed

** This poem really sucks, I'm just feeling so depressed at the moment that I forced myself to write, and it clearly shows that it was not purely on inspiration, sorry **

~ Bittersweet Bloodshed ~

Alone, filled with ideas, haunting decelerations of pain,
Suicidal tendencies are a ‘normal’ part of this game,
It’s all in one hand, tears, blood then comes death,
A few deep rooted slices bring on my last breath.

Blades calling to me, screaming louder in my mind,
I fear I have no mask left for me to hide behind,
My impurities have been uncovered, I’m now on display,
Everyone now sees the ‘perfect’ me, left to decay.

My arm only a map now, of the times I’ve lost my way,
The times that my fragile emotions have led me astray,
My eyes still see the bloodstains, my humanity on my skin,
Hunted by the visions of my deadly daily sin.

Each time I feel the metal, the soothing cold touch,
It makes me realise that I miss ‘normality’ so much,
I long to feel freedom, no longer wake to tears of red,
To live life with a happy face, not wishing I were dead.