MY SHAMEFUL BLOOD
Im sorry you'll hate me
But it was unavoidable
I wrote my sad story
On your pride; your sparkling wall
I wrote it with my blood
I cut my fingers and wrists
And spread it across that wall
As I said you hated me
Not because I was hurt and alone
But because I stained that wall
You didn't even read it
But snarl about your stained honor
You force me to clean it
Though my fingers and wrists sting
Yet my heart stings more
As I wipe the blood-stained walls
And everything returns to my worn heart
My fingers are on fire as I wipe my shameful blood
From your valued pride
My tears drip silently to the floor
And you tell me to clean that too......