I have spilt again
I am sorry, but
These white walls are not helping
These white walls
Have poisoned me
So I turned them red again

Red like the undersides of my eye
Lids, I’m bottled up so they can’t see me and
I can’t see them because
I’d rather see red than
Her brown hair or her blue eyes
Red like the back of my throat

Would I call myself a hero?
Because I like the color red
Because red stings and burns holes
In my sleeves
And the taste is sharp
And it smells like tin

And the sound is almost dead
And it feels just like home
Would I call myself a hero?
Because I break my skin
Now that my heart’s turned blue
What’s next?

“Who are you fighting for?”
I don’t need to say and
You don’t need to know
I
Don’t
Know

I don’t need to say
And you don’t need to know
That at first
I was satisfied
But now
I’m exhausted