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. 

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