Bloodlust.

Shes heartbroken & hopeless.
Shes trying to break the bad habits,
but she cant take it anymore.
She has a deep craving for it,
sitting on her bed,
shes blood thirsty & reckless.
She cant fight the urge any longer.
She cuts her wrists, just to know shes alive.
She watches as the red liquid drips down her arm.
She takes the red for what its worth.
But, what is it worth?
Blood & Scars.
She gets the blood that she craves,
and the scars,
the scars that she regrets.
But she cant help it.
Its *Bloodlust*