Crying on the floor,
Don't want this pain anymore.
Tears rolling down my face,
Bet I'll go with a blood covered trace.
To upset to move,
Just lying here, pen on paper so smooth.
The black stuff on my eye,
Smudging because I cry.
The red trickling down my arm,
Mind ringing like an alarm.
Maybe this will be,
the very last time I see,
Through tear filled eyes,
Maybe I'll be the next one who dies.
