New flower

Soul reaper

A flower that was once white turns red as a I cut deep within my scars showing my insecurities.

Blood covered the flower as it leaks and crys my blood. . . showing how weak I seem as it spits the dirty blood that was once mine.

Crying and shaking as i knew this blood that spills down from my wrist is cutting my life away. Knowing that every cut and thought is stripping my mentality.

I tried. I tried to cover, I tried to hide, I tried to think it was okay. But it seems my days are bleak. Hiding my tears and pain in my very own soul.

My life carries on but it seems like my heart have stopped. No more love. No more sympathy. No more compassion.

Soon will be the death of me as my insecurities overrides my body that cut open my soul that will leak out the screams and cries that was once needed.