Blood is a strange color

Blood is a strange color.

When I see my own blood running loose, I think of what they will all think of me

They do not understand why I do what I do

They don't understand that their words hurt

They don't know that they bring the monsters to life

I had told them what they didn't want to hear and they keep me silent

They control my mind, my entire life

I have no escape and nowhere to go

My parents, God-fearing people

Would shame and think me demon 

I know they love me but they are not the inviting tye

I am scared for what they will say when they see their precius child, turn into a no one

I am scared they will send me away from them, like i am a disease

That they will see me as a disgrace, would they even care if I left this world?

Certainly not, I am only a burden, I am already lost to the world

Blood is a strange color

But how beautiful it can be once it is plastered all over the floor of my bathroom