My tears flow from my wrist
As freely as those from my eyes
Only I cry blood
Slit, slit, slit that wrist
Deeper and deeper I go.
The pain drives me crazy
While proving (to me) I'm not insane.
So bleed, bleed, all over the floor
Bleed until there's no blood left to bleed anymore
You'd think that'd be enough
Deeper, deeper, deeper I go
The blood of red on skin of snow
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The blood now marks the floor, the carpet, the stairs
But do I really care?
Climbing up, each step bringing me closer
To another cut, another slit, another scar
My arm a red and tattered mess
No room left to slice
Not yet satisfied
Now, on to the left...