Bloodied memories

I held the blade close to my heart,
And like a foolish child I cried.

My tears drowned my aching chest,
And my blood accompanied the descending flow.

Confusion and despair both teased me,
And threw me severely into awful distress

And as panic grasped me with his cold fists,
The silence screamed my name.

Anger swamped and blanketed me,
And numbness darkened the room

But sorrow arose above all feelings,
And regret became exposed.

The shower pounded down on my shame,
And the blood was washed away.

And now all I have is dreadful memories
And the scars to remind me of my pain.