Blood blood
It pours out of me
It has no care
It does what it wants
If it has the chance
Blood blood
It flows through me
"Why not out?" I ask myself
No it stays
It's where it belongs
Blood blood
That's what's on the blade
The blade I hold
As I stare, I watch it dry
Blood blood
I look at my reflection
I see sadness
I see death
I see what I don't want
How will this make me what I want
Blood blood
It pours from me
I keep it hidden
You will never see
I keep it hidden, hidden well
How does this make me what I want
Blood blood
They say it's what's on the inside that counts
So let it pour out
Let them see it
It's what counts
How does this make me what I want
Blood blood
I sit and think
I let it take over
It loses my mind
I sit and agree with it
I nod my head in agreement, but not really
I want to yell and scream
But it has all control
It is controlling what I need
It is controlling and not letting go
It won't let me make me what I want
Blood blood
It's never alone
It has friends that help
They all tempt me to use them
I can't ignore them
They are hard to ignore
It would simply be impossible
Blood blood
It overwhelms me
It makes me angry
Yet it gives me joy
Is this real joy?
Or is it just pain disguised as joy?
I want to believe that it's real
But we all know that's it's just pain
Blood blood
It's all around me
It covers me
I look down to see what I have done
What have I done?
How does this make me what I want?
Blood blood
They always check the wrists
They always forget about the thighs
So hid it there
That's the smart thing to do
Blood blood
I put the blade down
I wish I knew why I do this
Is it the anger
The depression
The stress
The anxiety
Or is it everything
Blood blood
No one knows
No one cares
Why would it matter
Blood blood
I should just die
What would it hurt
No one cares
No one cares
I might as well fall off the face of the earth
No one will notice
No one will care
