My preference

My left wrist,
marked with all those scars.
Blood dripping down,
And at last resting on my sheets.
So, let it bleed.

My left wrist,
Tied with the only bandage i owe.
The whole inner smudged with my preference,
As no option is left.
So, let it bleed.

My left wrist,
So perceptible.
I know i have to hide it for so many reasons,
And for the dreams i left far behind.
So, let it bleed.