xxbleedingemotionsxx

A tear seems to fall from space and land on her check. It adds to a river that falls off her chin. The stain of blood on her sleeve, She looks at her arm with pulsing eyes she stares at the blood, like her tears, running. Afraid of her peers comments labeling her for something she is not. Emo, the word rang sourly. The tears ran faster, as though racing the blood. Her black hair clings to her face, and again she cuts. One for the laughter, Once for the looks, another for her pain, Her arm pulsing, One for the names, One more for the pushing. She watches her pain drain from her arm. She smiles, then thinks, they will pu