Everytime I try to talk about how I feel
I'm at loss of words
To express the mess inside me

I try to put order
Using my sharpest razor
Trying to redraw my insides
A prettier way

Looking at the mess I made
Escaping from the wound
A bright red colored blood

I look at it flow down my arm
And fall on the floor
Leaving a dark stain before disapearing

© Ytha