Soft red liquid
dripping down my arms.
Scarlet crimson colour
possessing my thoughts
and mind.

Thoughts of death and spirits
clouding up my mind.
Death notes written
thoughts of death
crossing my mind.

Trying to hide my pain
away from those so called friends.
Trying to hide the tears
that come so frequently.
I'm not who i used to be.

Pain is just apart of life,
apart I've grew up with.
Another day of trying to get by
but no-one see's me cry.
I hate this so called life....