BLOOD

Sometimes you feel
like noone loves you...

And u say 2 your
self why live...

You start cutting
your self....

And u see how
the blood runs
down your hand...

You start crying
and think what
people are going
to think about you...

Then u look
down and see
the blood ruining
down your hand...

But u tell you the
truth all cutting
does is leave
scars and memory's...