Red lines to match the lies
Red puddles to match the tears I cried
Red clothes to cover the stains
Pencils with red erasers to eliminate the words that caused the pain.
Writing in red ink
Because it can’t be erased
Presenting my pain boldly in their faces
But why wait for the moments when I bleed
Out crying for their help
Why waste time putting my hope in those who will fail me
And that will leave when they get the chance
So I keep a red stop sign over my heart
To stop people from coming in and trying to destroy the
Red tape used to hold the pieces of my heart together and camouflage the destruction.
Red shoes to hide the pain endured while walking through this journey called life.
Red shirts to hide the red scars
Red pants to cover the red lines
And red shades to cover my red eyes
Red bracelets to cover those red lines
Can somebody please pull me out of this red sea
Before I drown in my own blood.