Bleeding to Death

Dark-red blood all over,
The ceiling, walls, bed, carpet, and anywhere else you could think of.
From the months I've been bleeding,
But people have their own business to worry about,
And just leave me alone.

I know I'm probably wrong about this,
Like I'm wrong about anything and everything.
I can never be trusted, even by myself,
Because I'm always wrong.

A stream of blue,
Rolls down my cheeks.
It's all my fault,
Maybe my brain leaks.

Blood floods my room,
Drowns everything that matters.
What does matter?
Barely anything of mine.

Why do I keep myself alive,
Why do I stay in a world that hates me?
Maybe it's the fine grain of hope I have,
Maybe it's just the music I listen to.

My mom curses at me,
As the blood floods through my door.
She says I'm crazy,
She says it's no one's fault but mine.

I sink deeper into this deep-ocean trench,
They say you could only sink so deep, but I disagree.
I'm drowning,
And no one wants to save me.

I know,
I'm wrong,
Like Always