Where the blood will take me next.
I will never know.
It could be a hospital bed.
Or 6 feet under the ground.
But that time isn't today.
For today it was a small wound...
But one day it will be too much
and the blood will form a pool.
I'll hear my mother cry.
The'll report my death at school.
The classes will all be quiet.
Some tears may even fall.
Nothing will be the same that day.
Then the sun will slowly fall.
People will realize its really over.
I have no tomorrow.
But for all the other people.
They must continue there years.
Some will cope with razorblade kisses
and crimson red tears..