Blanket of crimson

The pain has never subsided
the blade is still in my palm
I take the pills every night to try and feel calm

I lie to everyone around me and say that I have quit when really all I've done is bled more than ever before

I lost my friend who saved me from so much the betrayal was just too much

The crimson pain slowly runs down my arm like small red tears covering up the harm

I now have no one to come to and things are just the same I wish will all of my heart that I didn't have this shame

The tears still fall on my blanket of blood and everything in my life seems to be the color of mud

I'm so lost and lonely and the crimson is still there I thought that for maybe once I could finally bare

I hate these wounds that will never heal and each day I face the pain that I pray was never real