BLOOD STAINS

Blood runs down my walls and spills onto the carpet,
stains i cant remove,
in my mind am i really here or dying,
dead,
or used?
my heart is broken
my wrists slashed,
praying that this feeling is one that lasts
i fear not death
for i inside I'm already dead,
just waiting for the moment i can finally rest my head,
Deny me from heaven and send me to hell,
for it can be no worse than life itself
i close my eyes
and drift to dream
hoping that tomorrow will be the last i see.