Bloodstains...

Bloodstains on my pillow, from the scractches on my arms
Poured all through my diary, from my past of this self harm
Bloodstains in my mind, from the fear thats in my eyes
All over my bed, from the life I now despise

Bloodstains on my carpet, from the times I have to bleed
Cover them with a rug, so I can hide the pain i need
Bloodstains on my hands from the blood under my sleeves
I say that I am happy, I do not really believe

Bloodstains on my t-shirt from the wounds that are so cruel
All over my shirt, from the cuts I made at school
Bloodstains in my diary as a strange demented feeling
Coming from the cuts, I know they are not healing