A poem for death

Afraid

The scars you see

Were all made by me

And my tears have turned red 

With the blood that I've shed

People think that I've lost to the madness

But really I'm just cloaked in sadness

I could use a rope or I could use a knife

Looking back on my whole life

I see the pain and I see the hurt

I feel my heart about to burst

The blood will flow

Why can't they see

That all my life

I've been afraid

Of me