A Drop of Crimson

A rather old, rather sad poem of mine.

a drop of crimson
goes down my leg
as it flows, and flow it does
it takes my pain away

the world around me is yelling
they take issue with everything i do
there words like hammers blows
they shatter my vary bones

they aim to harm
they aim to kill
'cause i refuse to bend to there will

little do they know
if they keep going
like they are
i wont be in there problem much longer

i haven't tried to end it yet
i don't want to yet
but if things continue
like they are i don't have far to go

but my blade,
m faithful friend
takes the pain away
and makes it end

my beautiful blade
shining with my loss
promises that it
could do so much more

but i look around
all alone its only me
me and the me spilled on the floor

this is all my habits done
driving those that care away
so I'm all alone 'cept my blade
and that seems here to stay

all the pain
that was sent away
it all came back
and set up to stay
i need a different way
to cope to deal
so after awhile
my scars will heal

I'm not sure if i can yet
I'll give it my best shot
but i should make no guarenties
i cant promise a whole lot