Strawberry Gashes

My life is a storm that gets worse everyday I go to my room and try to get away But with the silent booms of thunder And the blind lightning flashes I cover my body in strawberry gashes The bright red blood dripping onto the ground I lift the blade and look all around Make sure no one's there and dig in again Push into my vein and hope for the end "Suppers ready," Mom calls out I swallow and hide my sorrowful pouts I scream back, "I'll be right down" Slice my skin and in my blood i drown Half an hour later to my room Mom dashes To find me dead covered in strawberry gashes