I make red lines,
like the one's of my paintings of you,
i see the red water run down,
into my pool of tears,
i just hope,
this will release my fears,
i hope that razor was dirty,
so i get infected,
just like i am inside,
so my out-side's will match,
you've detached,
my heart,
& everything i believe in,
just leave me be in the dark,
please don't let other's see these marks,
look I've stabbed my arm,
and guess what?
you're next,
so go hide in the closet,
before i change my mind,
before i start this homicide,
or better yet,
a suicide.
