Blood Red Lemonade

When life gives you lemons

You make lemonade

But what do you make

When life gives you a blade

You can make a cut

That makes a scar

That is if you choose

To take it that far

But is it really a choice

You can just choose to make

Or do you have to feel pain

for sanity's sake

With every sclice

It seems to hurt less

And you kinda start loving

The whole bloody mess

Or maybe you think

You deserve all the pain

As well as the mutiple

Red blood stains

So if instead of lemons 

Life hands you a blade 

There's always the option

Of blood red lemonade