Scarlet Picture

Scarlet pictures on the ground,

Tell of the hopelessness I've found.

Of my fears I deeply drink,

Hoping for the emptiness to shrink.

I'd rather shake with horrors real,

Than this emptiness to feel.

All of this I long to share,

But I worry no one'll care.

A pictures worth a thousand words.

Razors fly across my wrist like birds.

And so, in scarlet red,

For a painting I have bled.