• My fear has come true...
    but it's not because of you.
    My blood spilt again...
    gashes in my arm act like a drain.
    Blurring my pain for now...
    but once I stop I can't quit...
    once it starts I don't know how.
    Tears will fall and the blood will slide
    down my arm...
    he hurt me bad,so bad I cried.
    So bad I slipped
    and now I see more future scars...
    more current gashes...
    down across my wrists like blood red sashes...
    My fear has come true...
    but it's not because of you.
    It's all my fault...
    don't blame you,blame me.
    Or blame he.
    He who made feel so guilty.
    Now to stop before I'm gone again...

    Aimee 6/7/09