Red tears
The blood dripping out is just the tears I cannot cry.
People tell me to stop and I try and try.
I know it isn't a good thing to do.
But it's the only way I hide my pain from you.
You may get mad at me or even hurt.
But that's why I hide the cuts under my sweatshirt.
I know there's people that care about me.
But there is a lot they do not see.
All those people couldn't understand.
That's why I have my very special bands.
My music is the thing keeping me alive.
Without it all I would probably take a dive.
I wear dark shirts so I don't get blood stains.
Cause when I do it I cut the vital vein.
The blood goes rushing out.
Like water out of a spout.
So next time I try.
Ill remember to say goodbye.