Bleeding Crimson

Why do you continue to cause me pain?
When I thought it was gone it came back again.
You say, "I'm sorry",
but it holds no meaning for me now,
I want to hate you, but I don't know how.
So I lock myself in my room,
which has now become my tomb.
I sink down to the floor,
I don't want to live anymore!
I get out my blade and start to cut away,
all the pain you caused that day.
I cut and cut until I can't feel anymore,
and there's blood dripping on the floor.
I wash the blood from my floor and skin,
but now my blade is stained crimson.
I can't erase everything form my past,
cause on my arms the will forever last.