Blood Stain

Blood Stain

Is it me,
With a broken heart.
Why couldnt I see,
When it began to start.

It keeps getting stronger,
How much more can I take.
I cant go on any longer,
Theres too much at stake.

When will it end,
Please send it away.
Not much left to defend,
Not much more to say.

Tears start to flood,
From all the pain.
Is this my blood,
That left a stain.

Seriously what did I do,
I never asked for this life.
No one ever knew,
As I took the knife.

This was suicide,
No more no less.
Some say thats how I died,
But others say its from stress.

By Fred Smith