Every person has blood inside of them.

All blood runs through perfect unbroken veins

Sometimes the veins crack open and you cry

Sometimes you just can’t muster tears to cry

And the pain should finally make you cry

But it does not work the way you hoped for.

Where have all those lost silver tears gone to?

Will I ever cry again in this life?

Do I want to cry again someday soon?

I am trapped with this pain, can’t scream, can’t cry

I can only scribble ‘help’ over and over

On any surface that will let me write.

There is always someone asking me why

Why I opened my skin and let blood flow

Because they care, they don’t want me to hurt

To feel pain is shameful if I don’t ask

Reach out for help because that’s what they want.

What about what I want to say and do?

Do you have any right to shame my scars

Any right to say what you think of them?

Do you love me still or want me away?

I want to be next to you forever

Would you stand with me if I asked you to?

Where is the love for me, where is the love?

You hid it really well, I can’t find it.

Please, please tell me if it’s still there at all.

I will bleed more to get you to come back

So much endless, forever, ageless blood

Come back to me, say it will be okay

I still need you, you are still my reason

I still don’t want to die because of you

I still want to be here and hold you tight

Will you still need me, want me, love me too?