Tears of Blood

by jordan mills
(sherman texas usa)

tears of blood trickle slowly down my face
for now i see dpression i a never ending race
cuts becoming scars only take you so far when your entire life has fallen apart
blood runs slowly down my arm to fill a puddle upon te ground
those who see me dont make a sound
they just stop and stare
but the truth is...none of the really ever cared.