Tonight, my wrists are stained red. Not to draw attention, but for the soul purpose of knowing I'm alive. The water is clear but my blood covers it with pretty paintings. I tell myself it'll be okay. One day...some day. Just not today. Getting lost in my mind is dangerous, so dont come near because I've already lost myself. Look at my eyes, you see hazel. Look through my eyes and you see pain. Some people cut to die, just to put an end to the pain, but some people cut themselves to suffer cause we feel we deserve the pain and want to bleed just to know we're still alive. And I dont know which one is worse.