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Blood
Deep red blood
Trickles down both arms
Tub begins to flood
The product of the harm
Even so, I don't stop
The razor brings relief
Drip drop, drip drop
Drowning all the grief
Some may say it's twisted
But I don't mind to admit
I don't think I could have resisted
Much longer if I tried to quit
But all is well and good
They don't know I keep going
I wouldn't stop it if I could
I keep the blood always flowing
And now I have to wear more
Always to cover up my scars
It's really such a chore
Yes this secret, it is ours
I am not ashamed
I would let them be seen
Only, then I would be blamed
Too much for a girl only fourteen
I swear it's not to hurt you
I only wanted to forget
So with this, I bid you adieu
Goodbye, from the blue eyed brunette
