Blood and Tears

Sometimes you are unsure

If the droplets running down your arms

Are tears or blood

But in the end it doesn't matter 

Because you know there is no one there to wipe them away

When they turn into stains on your T-Shirt

From fingertips gripped too tightly 

With too much pain

Too much urgency

You don't throw it away because you know there is no one there to see it

Your eyes are streaked as red as your skin in smeared

The only "okay" part about you is how you think it's okay to die 

So you throw yourself away

Because you know there is not one there to care