Crimson Blood And Poisonous Tears Poem by Lady N

Red blood trickles down my arm, and clear tears escape my eyes,
I grab hold of the blade, as I cut for all the lies,
Emptiness in my head, and sorrow in my soul,
Lost in this thing called life, empty, hard, un-whole,
But the cutting makes it easier, the crimson blood eases the pain,
But an addiction is an addiction, it all hurts just the same,
Addicted yes I am, to the bruises, the hurt, the harm,
To the cutting of my wrist, I wear long shirts to hide my arm,
But the blood seeks through, the crimson blood is all I see,
Poisonous tears roll down my face, the pain has got the best of me,
The pain I bottle in, hidden secrets throughout the years,
Crimson blood roll down my hand, as I cry these poisonous tears,