Red

My wrists are Stained red There's a pounding in my head I wrap up tight  Feeling the pain  And knowing its right  I see you everywhere  In the halls  In the stalls  Your fake smile on the walls  You might fool them  With your innocent grin But I see your unforgiving sin I see the image in my head  Your hands stained red  Like a child Finger painting All your endless baiting  The red of their pain  And you driving them insane Your words cutting them like a knife  Making them want to end their life