Drip Drop

I Like It

I write my emotions

It helps me to cope

I can't handle it anymore

Writing just won't do

I'll have to go back

Back to my old ways

Red liquid that symbols satisfactory

Deep thin lines

But with the amount of blood

It looks like a big puddle of red

It takes away from the mental pain

Just for a short time

People don't understand it

I don't blame them

It hurts

But I like it

A/N
I know that I don't normally put authors notes at the end of my poems but I felt that it was necessary for this one. This poem really means a lot to me. I won't elaborate on why, but it really is something special to me so please treat it with respect.

- RottenAndForgotten