Stare down at my hand, see the blood running down,
Dropping on the floor, puddles of my pain,
Tears of agony, mixed with the tainted blood,
Seeing all the hurt, falling into the drain.
It feels like a great relief,
To be rid of the pain I felt,
But I know it will be back,
And in the same way, dealt.
Tug my sleeves down over the writing,
Remaining on my walls,
I'm never going to reveal,
I'll make sure the barrier never falls.
I don't know why it haunts me,
To hurt myself for pain,
It's like a drug, a craving,
That makes me do it again and again.
I don't know why I hide myself away,
When it's my fault that this happens,
I shouldn't be ashamed.
But I am..
Ashamed of people seeing the pain,
And that just makes me sadder,
But I need to do it again,
And it makes the people madder.
Addicted to pain, and feeling the blood,
As it trickles down my scarred arms,
Flows over my tattered wrists,
And gathers in my palms.
Trace the words "I Love You", in blood,
On the four surrounding walls,
It's true that love hurts,
It's what makes me break down, and fall.
