The River Runs Red

What makes a person so sad
So sad to compete with themselves
To then become angry and mad
And ignore pictures of loved ones on the shelves

Some scream into a pillow
Some keep razors
Some may weep under the willow
Some may use scissors

As crazy as it sounds
It's as true as true can be
People may begin ordering rounds
To make their problems flee

To those on the outside
Everything is paradise
To those on the inside
The amount of death attracts flies

But I will not give up hope
Not until life leaves me naturally dead
I will not slice, or hang up a rope
And never let the river run red