Your trips

Fake Blood,
Real blood,
It sends u on a trip

It makes you mad,
It makes you sad,
It makes you seem ashamed,
And it makes me think its me

If you would just chill,
I would just reveil,
The problems in my life,
I would show u i will stay alive.

Just stop and think for once
the logic behind the bloody rag.

I slice my wrists, and that much blood comes pouring out the gash?

Just leave me alone, i will reapear
happier and without a single tear!

~ Deffinatly not the best poem i've writen, but i had to write it down somewhere!~