Blood soaked depression

Blood soaked depression

that's what its called

When im crying and bleeding

On the bath room floor

Hands gripped tight

Afraid to let it go

This one sharp instrument

Is all ive ever known.

I look at the floor

Stained in red

All these emotions

Screaming endlessly in my head

Hands dripping with pain

I sit there still and silent

Staring at my crimson rain

I hear the world moving around me

While im stuck and emotional

From the cuts of the blade

Blood soaked depression

that's what its called

When my head screams

And my body is paused

while my crimson rain

Drips on the bath room floor.

written 8th october 05 by sammyjoe G UK