Lines and veins

Down in lines across the veins
It runs, drips and drains

Singing songs of total despair
the feeling one cannot compare

Euphoria down deep to the bone
drops drying in a new tone

Writing words at time with fright
a crimson flow my greatest delight

Letting out my fears
this has gone on without tears

Often scars happen at night
in day realize i’m not alright

Initiating relief slowly getting harder
life alone worse than a martyr

Pools of water stained with red
i’m alive, i never wanted to do what i did

I may be because i’ve already died
or it might be i’m Broken Inside

The more painful scars are the invisible ones.