Blood Tears

There's blood on my face and I can't erase the pain you've left behind.

There's tears on my face that are only a taste of the pain you've left me behind.

The blood on my wrist are a reminder of how cold a thoughtless the world is.

The tears that splashes on my wrist mix with the blood in a sad sadistic waltz.

The blood on the floor is next to my heart that is no longer beating.

The tears hit the floor to remind you I always knew I was never loved.

The blood on my face can't be replaced by kind and gentle words.

The tears on my face will never hit the floor for the pain and sorrow that was my life as ended.