trembling, crying, coated in sin
feeling the needles prick within
momentarily released from the pain I feel
wishing, praying this isn't real
my past and future, washed sickly red
drowning in my fears on a bloodstained bed

wanting answers to questions unspoken
despising the lies that left me broken
you walk away, i'm left to die
thrown on the ground, just like i lie
in my bloodstained bed, washed sickly red
no past and future, but tears instead

i can't tell, but my pain shows through
in my branded flesh, sins left by you
the filth inside i can't come clean
love is never what it seems
thinking back to our bloodstained bed
when you just left me there for dead.
Scarred forever with sickly red.

-Kate 97