Roses Are Red

I looked down at my hands, which were the color red. My favorite color. It showed me I was doing it right. I looked as it fell down on to my thighs, which were also now bleeding. Everything happening know makes me forgot everything that has happened today. And yesterday. And the years far before. My whole life has been an endless rotation of unhappiness and there is nothing I can do about it. No one can help me. Or can someone help me?