Obsession
The bright red blood,
Runs down my arm.
You hate it,
When I cause such harm.
You've sent me off,
And I've come back.
But my blood,
Still stains the floor.
Their painful play,
Comes day after day.
Then old wounds,
Are opened again.
The shiny red blade,
Shows the cuts I have made.
This pain has become my obsession.
The bright red blood,
Runs down my arm.
You hate it,
When I cause such harm.
You've sent me off,
And I've come back.
But my blood,
Still stains the floor.
Their painful play,
Comes day after day.
Then old wounds,
Are opened again.
The shiny red blade,
Shows the cuts I have made.
This pain has become my obsession.
