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
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