Pain and blood coincide with one another,
As they tear through my body like slivers of glass.
Cutting me and tearing every inch of me apart,
I feel the pain and wonder does it ever go away?
Then I realize that is what life is about,
The pain and suffering you have to go through.
Just to live is a difficult process,
One I am not sure of proceeding with.
I look down at myself,
And I see the blood coming out of me.
It seeps out of my pores and any place it can,
Then flows down my body like a burgundy waterfall.
It is warm on my cold skin,
As it stains the body I have come to hate.
Slowly I sit down and wait,
Wait for the blood to cover me completely.
Sitting there I think,
There is nothing for me and never will be.
It is amazing that when your life is so bad you're body bleeds on it's own,
I did not do anything to start it, but I will also not do anything to stop it.
I feel my life draining as more and more blood puddles on the ground,
How ironic that I can see myself in myself.
I see the image of my broken down soul,
Crying and screaming, and looking back at me through the lake of blood that was once my own.
Lying down here,
I grow weary of the world and the people in it.
The laughter at my pain and the smirks at my failures,
I have nothing and no one here and therefore cannot miss anything.
I close my eyes and surrender myself,
Surrender to the fate of my soul and body.
The blood around me lets me know,
That it is my time to go.
I did not do this to myself,
It was you and the pain you put me through
That caused my body to kill itself.
My soul goes and my body stays,
Forever alone and abandoned,
By those whom I thought cared.
