A Crimson Dip

Are you ready to take the dip?
The dip in which that knife just 'slips'
The dip in which all grows cold
The dip where all your sorrows unfold
Normally a "dip" ends in cold water
But this time is ends in crimson slaughter
Then you realize what you’ve done
Then you see it
The Dip isn't fun…..
And maybe you'll shun that and do it again
But maybe you'll be wise and talk to a friend
Tell them your sorrows
Tell them your lies
Tell them how your heart feels hollow inside
And then when you find someone to keep you in stride
Take a moment, and fix what's inside
And maybe you'll fix it
Then maybe you'll cry
Or maybe ignore me and have one word:
Goodbye.....