Blood stained papers

Thoughts of suicide
cut away with a knife
blood dripping down
the long side of the knife

these thoughts haunting me
nothing going right
these problems, cut away
keeping them from my sight

No one understands me
no one understands my thoughts
no one can help me
just let my soul rot

they think I'm weird
that all my belongings have stains on them
the don't get me
they want me to be condemned

all my problems cut away
nothing going right
no one can help me
i just need to write down my blood stained papers.