A crimson mist

Every smile i fake and every day I have to take is so hard I want to scream

I look up at the sky and faintly hear a lullaybye and wish my breath would stop

My arm trembles as i once again take the blade in my hand and slit the pale wrist that pulls me into a crimson mist

so many "friends" have left me behind and all that i've been is kind
the tears will never stop and the ill never be on top

the drunken nights will continue as i pull my heart out into the blood that i make of myself

I hate the blood that i continue to shed and all of the feelings or regret and dred

*bad night...family problems*