tears of
blood
running red
down my arms
replacing the ones
that cannot
run
down my cheeks

the scars on my
wrists
scream at you
can you not see
the blood
on my hands

the knife glistens
cold
sharp
inviting
it's so easy
sliding through skin
welcoming pain
pain feels so good
so nice

all these years you knew me
and yet you did not see
or maybe
you chose not to

two years after ten
it began
and nobody cared
not even a little bit
but i smiled
and i still do

you never knew the names
of the countless cries
heard by my pillow