My Blood

I slice my wrist to watch myself bleed

On my blood my pain it does feed

I watch every drop as it hits the floor

Tell myself I will do this no more

I know to myself that I have lied

As my cells lethargically commit genocide

Like a runaway horse my past catches me

Condemning my future to an inferiority

I try unsuccessfully to wash myself clean

With my blood from pain that is unseen

Pain pulls the strings within my brain

As my blood it likes to systematically drain

My body has become desensitized

I no longer feel the tears that I cry

Tell myself one more time over and over again

My blood will spill until its very end