Silent Blood Spill

The day was simple

the day was dripping with rain,

I stay calm not knowing that the rain just came

It was a Sunday at the time and  wasn't stopping,

I was alone in my room listening to nothing

just the rain that hits the roof of my home.

I think of my life that is falling into pieces and have this feeling

that I was dying , slowly blacking out in my room with just a little image

I see my left arm cut and bleeding not believing what was I thinking,

I did not know I killed my self... now I know his was my silent blood spill...

By Christian Manzanares

Reason: lonely, Dark