Here I sit.

Falling apart.

Teardrops falling in my arms

A knife in hand.

Stained in blood.

The blood of many.

The blood of all I have done.

I set it on my arm.

I start to press a little harder.

Blood starts forming on the edges.

What a pretty crimson color.

Keep on pressing.

Lines are forming.

Lift it up.

Slash it across.

A wide open cut.

Crimson liquid is flowing out

I'm bleeding the blood of many.

It's staining all of my clothes.

Red stains now decorate the front.

Blood stains decorate my dress.

I don't really give a shit.

Put the knife down.

Try to block the pain out.

Yet it comes again.

I take the knife back in hand.

I slash it across my pale white hand.

Again and again.

Red against white.

Such a sickeningly beautiful sight.

Bloodstains on my couch.

The blood of many.

But I don't give a shit.

Because I enjoy this pain.

I enjoy these bloodstains.