Dead Boy's Poem

As my tears turn red, and my cuts are deep I think of you. And start crying from my wrists. Sorrow and anguish fill my soul, my essence my soul drains away as my wrists cry for you.No longer do I feel pain, as my life drains away, On the path to decay tears of red night into day.... As my tears turn red... my cuts are deep... My death is welcome... by the end of the day, on the path to decay....