Tears/blood

Lying in the bathtub,
clothes off,
singing the lyrics of shine down,
the bubbles are soft.

I love baths,
and I love the way it bled,
I love the crimson tears,
That my ugly eyes have shed.

I love them cause their me,
I love them cause their real,
I love them cause I know,
That when I cut I feel.

It makes me happy,
To see the blood,
I smile,
As my tears make a flood.

A flood of tears…
How ugly is that?
A flood of regret,
I was scratched by a cat.

But that’s no excuse,
I’m sorry, but its not.
Still, I love the red spots,
Red spots on the water hot.

I took the knife,
I stole it from her desk,
I cut myself, 17 times,
And now I need to rest.

I’m tired,
The blood takes it out of me,
Every drop,
Every drop I see.

It falls like rain,
Falls like tears,
Falls with my pain, falls with my fears.

17 times!
17!
I’m stuck in the middle,
I’m stuck in between.

I want to die,
But I see my reasons to live,
I want to go,
Do you see what I live with?

I live with blood,
I live in fear,
I live with cuts,
That slice and seer.

I don’t do it on my forearms anymore,
I do it everywhere else though,
I just cant seem,
Seem to say no.

I’m sick of trying,
I just want to die,
I’ve already done that,
Three times I’ve tried.

I’m sorry, so sorry,
But tonight will bring more cuts,
More cuts to hurt me with,
More cuts but so what?

What do you care?
Since when did you consider me?
My feelings?
What I want to be?

But it doesn’t matter anymore,
Theirs no use in this,
Reopening a sore,
Because when I’m dead, your life will be bliss