My river

Theres a blue river
coming from my eyes.
theres a red river
coming from my wrists.

each one shows the pain
that i hold inside.
each one a symbol
of what i can no longer hide.

there each a river
a river of emotion.
which is my river.
which leads to my ocean?

my ocean of life.
my ocean of death.
my ocean of feeling
is all i have left.