The Blood That Stains My Life

These marks that run across my skin
Tell my story from beginning to end
They speak the truth behind my lies
The mask I wear to hide my shame.

These lines that caress my pale flesh
Tell of the day that I wished for death
They scream my pain under long-sleeves
Underneath covers plastered over to hide them.

These scratches that fill my body
Tell of horrors I have experienced
They weep the tears I have cried
All the salt that has ran down my cheeks.

These cuts that scar my arms and wrists
Tell of the hours I watched them bleed
They whisper the crimson they once dripped
The blood that stains my life.