I can see a world tainted by my blood
crimson or black depending on
where you stand
or how you see it

Ripping open old wounds hurts more
brings back memories
makes me awake
makes me bleed

its funny how blood can be running from your arm in a fountain of pain and yet people won't say a word because they don't know what to say
its funny that even though my arm hurts, i keeping picking at it to remind myself what it felt like 2 seconds ago

why do people seem to think
because they do Seem to think

because my arms bleed
i want attention
because my arms bleed
i don't want to share
because my arms bleed
i can't be happy
...

Nothing really hurts anymore.
Except for my crimson tears.