Tissues bloomed with red
hidden under your pillow
silver sits ignored but not forgotten in your beside desk
hidden
hidden
hidden
Ive run out of places to give myself scars
Ive run out of places to burn
My wrists scared
my thighs burned
my neck sliced to bits
I guess I could stop now
No space for more scars
but pain is my vice
pain is my savior
scars over scars over scars
No one sees my arms anymore
Just one more
Ok a stick and poke tattoo as an alternative
Make art instead of pain
Oh no i failed
Time to find those hidden blades
Hidden razors
No where to hid the razor blades anymore
Nowhere to hid the scars
Hidden.

Blood is all I see
I see red
Red Red RED