Suicide

Those scars....
The ones you can see.
Yes.
They were carved by me.

My tears have turned red
Through all the blood I have shed.
People think I may of been lost to madness...
Although I am really cloaked in sadness.

I could simply use a rope or a knife...
As I look back on my pitiful, useless life.
Instead...
I see pain.
I see hurt.
I see my heart.... About to burst.
The blood.... It will flow.

Why can they not see....
That all this time....
The one I was afraid of....
...
Was me...?