Beautiful Blood

The way the blade makes a slit and the blood rises out from the skin like tidal force makes hidden water from the ground rise above. The blood rises so beautifully and clots so beautifully. The way things like this become normal in life... What am I? What are we? ... Am I an elephant or an elf...? what even am I? Why do people care only when someone is no longer there...? Can't people see that no longer being present is way less terrible than being here and say "No Longer Hurts"? Why...? The way my life changed... Depression, problems, no support... everything lead me to be a dull student, from a topper to below average... People who were in lower stairs are now above me... Freindships broke, they r now trades. It feels really good to slit open the epidermis and feel the flow of blood... It makes me feel like Im worth love... It leaves scars of shame and guilt.
"Beautiful Blood" is not just a poem-it is a confession written in the language of pain, survival, and silent screams. With every line, the poet opens a vein, bleeding memories of trauma, abandonment, and self-destruction. This haunting piece explores the invisible wounds left by childhood abuse, the numbness of existence, and the desperate beauty found in the act of feeling something-even if it's pain.
Through raw metaphors and fearless honesty, the poem speaks for the silenced, the scarred, and the overlooked. It asks: What happens when the world ignores your cries? And more chillingly-Will they only care once you're gone?