The Writing On The Wall

The writing on the wall,
it's telling me a story.
The story of my life,
the words are all in red.
Red like blood,
the blood that's pouring from my veins.
The colour of the blade I stained,
stained in hate and anger.
The words are under my skin,
In my head and everywhere I look.
My skin separates,
the knife leaving a new scar.
Another white line,
one that will never fade.
No pain included,
just the sight and regret.
Day after day,
I will deal with this.
This unhealthy mentality,
the way I live.