My wrist is cut.
Blood streams down my arm.
Why are you doing this to me?
Why do I feel like this?
You have made me who I am.
A person who cries day and night.
A person who can never find happiness.
I just wanted you to know
But right now you’ll never see me glow.
My heart is filled with sadness
And you don’t even care.
Emily Reid
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-50/
