Crimson Tears

A poem about cutting...scarily beautiful.

Crimson tears run down my arm, 

All the pain and all the harm. 

My only way to let it out, 

I wanna scream, I wanna shout. 

But I don’t make a sound, I keep it inside. 

I wanna break out, but instead I hide. 

I sit in my room, and hide in my shell, 

The life that I’m living, my own private hell. 

The crimson tears, down my arm they run. 

I look down at my arm, what have I done? 

Author's Note

what do you think?, please do not copy

Reviews

[Laura Storm]

This is prefect! I love all the writings of yours I've read! You are truely an amazing writer!

[Honey]

OH SNAP
no, be quiet gurl
youre a far better writer than i
(and yes, that was beautiful... brought tears to my eyes... not crimson ones)
jeez, im a crybaby...