The red

I'm tired and alone feeling emptiness in the time of despair.

I watch at the blade falls to the ground realizing what I've down.

The red trembling down my arm I look at the red and just think wow how amazing it looks.

Feeling the warm tingling sensation on my arms feels deliteful but knowing what I've done is wrong.

This poem is about: 
Me

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