Red ribbons

Blood runs freely from the cuts
So deep they will never shut
The floor runs red
Wishing to be dead
Because of all the words you said
They ream at my soul
Making me feel less then whole
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will always make me bleed
So I hope that as you read
I made you think
About those people on the brink
That you have hurt
And made feel like dirt
Cause of you their body scared
And there souls impaired
So shut your fucking mouth now
If you even know how
There is blood on your hands
From all those crimson strands
That you caused
So take a pause
And think about everything you said
Cause you are the one that should wish to be dead