Falling Blood

Cascading falls,

Of

Tears flooding from my eyes,
Blood shot and hardly normal.
Skin crimped and marked,
An imprint of hate showed.

It's too late,

Too late

To save me again.

Cuts and bruises I have to show,
For what I have been through.
Torture and pain,
I couldn't handle it.

They couldn't,

Wouldn't

They won't understand.

Blades now put away,
For safer keeping.
I believe it will pass,
Eventually I will smile.

Scars dry,

Still bleed

Inside with the tears.