Red River Poem by Fred Chamberlain

as blood drips
it flows into a river
i'm glad its dark
so no one can see ever
blood flows into a pool slowly
i'm still losing blood
what do i do
the pain is gone
my heart races
what do i do
WHAT DO I DO
how to act
the pain is gone
but people say i need help
they say i'm crazy
they say i'm stupid
they say i'm nit normal
they say i'm no good
but what do they know
just because i do different things does not mean i'm crazy or insane
i just means i am not you
it means i am me
i'm glad its still dark
it flows like a river
as the blood drips down my arm
as the blood drips