Dear;
The reader...

The lines I cut
Go deeper beneath the skin...

Grab the knife
Pierce the skin...

I know that you'll think this is crap
So you won't listen...

Howl of misery forgotten
The red, crimson cry...

In the midst of the shadows
In this desolate place...

This is my place
Where I'm all alone...

The pain she feeds upon her wrists
Upon her arms those crimson strips...

Crimson tears pour over me
The darkness raining a shadow...

A crimson tear pours over her
Her razor grasped in her hand...

Dedicated to Brin and Porter
Her tears of blood...

They tell her they care
But why...