Blood sheds

As the blood runs
down from my eyes
like hearing the joy
of my cries
The cruelity that goes on
how cruelhe is to me
Locked in a small room
cuts and bruises all over
and soon enough the cries will stop
I'll take my last breath
and that would be the end
But the cuts and bruises
the tears of blood that
sheds down from my eyes
will remain there after I die