S C A R S

Blood

This time its deeper. 

Each and every cut define my problems. 

Deeper and deeper it gets. 

More blood gushes out. 

Thick and bright red.

I stare at it. Thinking...

"What the hell have I done?" 

I sit on the cold floor with the blade on my hand, looking at my self in the mirror. 

A voice screams out.

"HELP ME!" 

As the thick liquid pour out of my two arms. My wrists. 

There goes my tears...running down from the corner of my eyes and down my cheek.

What have you done to me?