Streams of Crimson

I stare Emotionless At the crimson liquid dripping down Not a tear Not a flinch Nothing to indicate what I feel If I feel Little droplets Making their way down Staining the pristine white floor With their bright red color Staring A blank stare Embracing the pain Embracing FEELING Putting down the blade I stare at what I've done Face void of emotion Bright red streaks Covering the tattered skin Little streams of crimson Flowing down A slight burn Where the cold metal Cut through flesh Assuring me That I'm not yet gone