Do you think I do not cry,
at night alone in bed?
And do you think I do not feel
the pain inside my head?
Just because you see no tears,
Rolling down my cheeks.
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t there,
it means you are too blind to see.
The tears I cry are scarlet red,
but from my eyes they do not seep.
Although they arise while I’m alone and you sleep.
Scarlet red stains my soft skin,
while the guilty blade sits in sin.
Don’t blame it, Don’t blame me,
you drove me to this madness.
These bloody pools of sin.
This pain I do no longer feel,
Scarlet tears from my skin.
Originally posted on deviantART on November 1st, 2005.
Written when I was 14 years of age.
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