Blood Can Be So Pretty Poem by Holly Heron

Blood can be so pretty
When it's falling to the floor
Blood can be so beautiful
When your looking for Deaths door
Blood can be so innocent
When the past is but a dream
Blood can be your sweet release
When lifes not what it seems.

And the razor at my wrist
Isn't what you think it is
I'm not looking for attention
Not looking for your love
I'm looking for the end of pain
The end of pointless suffering.

Blood can be so pretty
When it's falling to the floor
Blood can be so beautiful
When your looking for Deaths door
Blood can be so innocent
When the past is but a dream
Blood can be your sweet release
When lifes not what it seems.

And the razor at my wrist
Isn't what you think it is
I'm not crying out for help
It's way to late for that
I'm trying to end a life
Trying to save myself

Bood can be so pretty
When it's falling to the floor....


(after note- for anyone who is worried that i'm a cutter)