patchwork child

blood

what is most pretty?
blood dripping from my skin
get the blade ready
how deep will i dig in?

blood covered tissues
red on my fingertips
i cant ignore my issues
lies on my lips

no one can know
that i think i've died
what a way to go
murdered by my pride

alone at night with stinging cuts
dried blood stuck to my wrist
forever stuck in this rut
my mind always in a mist

addicted to the rush
never deep enough
watch the blood gush
but as you said, my life isn't that tough