I Haven't Have a Clue

Take a knife.
Make a fist.
Slowly slide it along your wrist.
Hide the pain.
Bite your lip.
Watch the blood slowly drip.
Redder than a rose.
Deeper than an ocean.
It’s kinda like art but with a twist.
Emotions flood.
Tears fall.
Eyes soon become dull.
Some new.
Some old.
Doesn't matter.
There’re there.
Scars red, white, and gone.
It’s your life.
Hold it on.
Before it’s forever gone.