Red Rain

The sharp edge cuts through my skin,
I watch the blood as it begins.  
It flows down like a narrow red river,
The coldness off the knife makes me shiver.

Pouring down like rain,  
Slowly I forget the pain.
I sit in the darkness in my own little place,
As streams of blood flow and race.
 
Down my arm it pours so slow,
The pain I suffer no one will know.  
Life's to much to hide the pain,
So I let it out with dark red rain.

It burns like a flame,
But the pain is to much to contain.  
So I use this knife to cut out the pain,
And watch the pouring of the red rain.

Another day of this miserable game,  
But I had the pain with dark red rain.
Though the knife pierces and hurts like hell,  
It's the only escape from the pain filled jail.  

I hate the constant unbearable pain,
Sometimes I wish to put a bullet in my brain.
Life is nothing, but constant hurt,
Everyone treats me like I'm dirt.

I know I shouldn't self-harm,
But, my only escape is the blood flowing down my arm.
It flows ever so slow as I sit and watch it,
I have no choice, but to submit.

To the pain and suffering they call life,
To escape the pain I need my knife.
It slices and cuts opening the red river,
The coldness of it makes me shiver.  

The rain flows so calm and free,
The pain of it all makes me weak in my knees.
I put my emotions in a safe and lock it tight,  
Becasue the returning to the world is a fright.

The red rain makes the pain disappear,
I've stopped for the moment, but my knife's still near.
As the rain pours out so does the pain,
I feel nothing, but the cold red rain.

Though it hurts like being hit by a train,
The rain is the only way I can deal with the pain.
Life is like an endless game,
Alive or dead I'll feel the same.

All this misery I'm forced to bare,
It's like I'm being poisoned by the air.
The misery cloud is full of rain,  
And with this knife I'll let it drain.

I'll let it release the dark red rain,
Like milk from a jug, the rain pours from my vein.
I slice my arm with the blade,  
And I look to see the stream it has made.

The rain flows so gracefully as I sit holding the knife,
But, I can still fill the pain that feels my life.  
So, I take the knife and cut deeper down,
As my worlds spirals upside-down.

The rain is pouring, my arm it now covers,
Above my knife steadily hovers.
If the pain doesn't disappear,  
More red rain will appear.

The pain starts the fade,
Thanks to the blade.
I sit and stare,  
Filled with misery and despair.

The pain isn't gone just hidden for a while,  
I sit knowing soon I'll again face the trial.
As my body is becoming numb,
I can feel my heart beat like a drum.

With ever beat more blood comes out,
The pain will return without a doubt.