Self Harm

Your hands are their blades That cut through their skin Your words are their blood That flow from within They carve their body The way you carved their heart Torn out of its place Creating a bloody art Their empty eyes only reflect Their empty veins drained of blood As they drag a blade across their skin Drowning in currents; a crimson red flood You see a person who bleeds endless love Someone with such beautiful eyes A person who wears their heart on their sleeve But you never see their broken cries They wear their heart on their body Scars and wounds on each arm The pain you caused them in their heart Is the pain they call self harm