Little Red Line

A nice little line
The sweet blood flows
like fragrant red wine

This is the last
She tells herself
She knows its not true
And that shes not well

That pain she feels it
That pain like a high
Alone in her room
She finally lets herself cry

Not real tears
None fall from her face
Just the red drops
Like pretty red lace

She cant do it
Not anymore
She hates watching
Her blood fall to the floor

He wont let her
She cant be alone
She doesnt feel happy
In her own happy home

Nothing feels good
Nothing feels right
She makes pretty red lines
Almost every night

She hates waking up
Shed rather just sleep
She lays awake at night
And lets her arms weep

This is normal
This isnt good
No normal teenager
Should feel THIS misunderstood

Another night comes
Another pretty red line
All that blood spills
Like fragrant red wine