Warm tears of crimson blood run down your face. You cut your flesh just to relieve the pain. These emotions you've bottled inside for so long, have now surfaced and grown too strong. As they gain control of your body and mind, you raise the blade, just one more time. Internal conflicts released in external wounds. The red meaning of life flows and it soothes. The release is inebriating, though short lived. Another affliction relinquished the agony within. I pray that you hurt yourself no more. You're too beautiful to suffer such torture. At first glance into your eyes I see a false truth. The mask you show to hide the real tormented you. A closer look inside your soul and I see the pain you wish to let go. Let me take on all of your tribulations. I'll take them on a thousand times over and again. Just so that I know you'll be free once more. Scars on my body convey a small story. But if you could only see, if you could only know. The scars on the inside continue to grow. Emotional wounds not so easily healed. See past those destructive lies and be able to recognize the truth. Before your body and soul become scar tissue.
