The Blood That Stains The Pages

Are You Ok?

My muffled crys drown out the memories,

They trail theyr way down to the floor, no please,

I beg dont leave me,

But there is nothing else I can do, thats the key,

So I take the sharp blade from the door,

And let it, through my skin it tore,

I locked the knob to make sure,

And listen to my parents say poor her,

I dont want you pity, thats just cruel,

Because the knife is my only tool,

The bright crimson lines decorate my body, good,

I could ends this if I wanted, I really could,

All the red puddled on the floor,

I did it again, through my wrist it sore,

I creid big saltey tears of hurt,

Then crawled into the corner with all the dirt,

A knock at the door startled me,

I opened it, it was he,

You asked if I was ok, I stuttered a bit,

Said no and to sit,

You studied me all the tears all the blood, so,

You decided to play along, even though you knew the answer was no.