Let it Run and Run and Run
All I see is red and nothing but red,
I don’t see the pain that is to be release,
And I don’t see my problems running from my body,

It’s cold, yet it gives me a sick sense of warmth
And even comfort, how? I don’t know
It scares me that I feel such things from one so cold

And the smell, it makes me feel alive,
Blood is not death, only a release of horror,
But more than that, it is an illusion,

My scares are there, and they will be forever
They will remind me of how I would hurt myself and not fix anything,
It was a stupid craze that tricked me,
I lost trust and love because scares mark your heart

Hiding them is no hard task,
But hiding the hurt is the hardest part…