Red

The blood pouring down my wrist is red
It fills my mind with final dread

I don't want to feel this pain anymore
Eternal peace is my final lure

I hear a voice clear through the dark
"I cannot yet contain your heart"

I awake from this dream, bleeding in bed
Now I know why I hate the color RED.

This is about a cutter who is saved in a final atempt to take her life. I hope it speaks to people some. hopefully!