i am liked cuz the blood i spill

i sit on my bed sobing.

my  bed is wet.

my mom comes in

she yells more.

i cry more.

go to the bathroom and see the blade

looking at myself makes me sick.

there must be something on me to bring all this hate.

i want it off

NOW

i start to cut.

seeing the blood drip off me.

but it must be there.

something must be there

or ppl would not hate me.

i see a lake of blood on the floor.

its hard to stand.

i cant see no more.

did it go?

will ppl like me more.

i fall to the floor.

my mom runs in and screems

i cant hear her no more.

where am i

its so hot

why cant i go home?

ppl here do not hate me

i think ill stay

and be loved

they like the blood tht flows from me

 and that wont stop.

 but its something

to be liked about.