Snowflakes

Do you see my tear lined eyes,
Or my trembling lips?
Do you see my bloody arms,
Or the blood dripping from my finger tips?
Do you see my scarlet soaked hair,
That curtains all the shame?
Do you see the slits in my skin,
The ones I'm to blame?
Do you see the maroon stained fabric,
That kisses my torn skin?
What about the scars on my stomach,
On arms, down my shins?
Do you see the pretty snowflakes,
Laced with a crimson red dew?
Do you see the pretty snowflakes,
Carved just for you?