Red tears fall from her wrist, cold and lifeless on the floor.
Red tears fall from his face, as his father tears into him once more.
Red tears fall from the roof top, when the young mother jumped.
Red tears fell when i decided to bleed.
Red tears now are all that consume me,
They are all that i have,
and I'll bet you he doesn't feel too t o o bad.
~For those of you who know me and may be worried by this poem, don't be i don't bleed its just a thought that Ive had... a lot.~
