red lines littering my skin,
i guess that's what i get from letting you in.
i had my doubts about you,
how i wished you'd prove them wrong.
the thick liquid, dripping,
my consciousness slipping,
the water growing darker,
the happy thoughts fleeing farther.
i must confess: i am a coward.
the painful task seems to tower,
i picked up a pencil instead,
piercing my skin with lead.
