Red liquid drips

Red liquid drops from your wrist,
though I beg you not to.
You tell me you can't resist,
the freedom the cutting gives you.

I see in your eyes that you're not happy in your skin,
you try to escape the darkness within.
You pick up the blade when no one is around,
I stare at the drops which hit the ground.

A tear creates a path down your cheek,
you miss the love you still seek.
I can see the love, hate and pains,
as blood runs out of your veins.

I hear your cries in the night,
than you lay down your blade and sigh.
As my soul leaves your room,
we are trapped in this circle of doom.