Red Raindrops

Here I go again
another disturbing addiction
is it the pain or the way the blood trickles down my skin like warm drops of rain
or it the color red, so bright and vibrant
is it the way I feel to know that I am still reall
I drag the blade across my skin so slow , feel the sting all the way
just because of a bad day
I see the flashes of the past
hoping with each cut they wont last
hoping to wash it all away why must it always stay 
they think I'm sick or maybe mad
but deep inside I'm extremely sad
don't ask questions please leave me alone
I don't cut down to the bone
I will live, I will survive
It isn't a thing that makes me proud
go ahead and point
go ahead and stare with a glare
go ahead and pick me apart just adding extra hate to my heart
your laughter your insults I cut them deep in my skin
pushing your words deeper within
do you think you have control just because I don't
maybe I'm crazy, maybe your crazy
maybe we're crazy, probably
at least I can confess that I am a mess
and you
what are you going to do

Copyright © Marcie Keene | Year Posted 2009

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