Suicides Grip

Crimson red
tears i weep.
dripping from wounds
of wrist they cry.
Soulless, mindless
self indulgence.
Pain fighting pain,
Physical to emotional.
I fight back cries,
I force down the lies.
Help me if you can
It's not the way
I meant it to be.
Help me understand
why I keep giving in
to suicides grip.
The blood finally ceased,
That soon shall change.
As I strike myself once again.
Down my wrists.