Blood Red Tabitha Leehang the noose,
dig the hole,
throw me in,
seal it shut,
watch my friends and family through the glass ball,
watch the enemy come to ruin it all,
watch them gawk at the horrible sight,
watch him come (of course fashionably late),
watch him push through,
watch him shove,
watch him fall to his knees,
bawling and bawling,
praying to god,
questioning his wrongings,
why wasn't she doing anything,
other than sitting and smiling,
the sun already set,
but the woman in white,
just sitting and smiling,
both of her white gloves slowly turned red,
and the center of her short white dress also seep deep dark red,
she fell flat,
just limp and lifeless,
the knife below her,
she lay dead and lifeless,
people who were there for me turned away from my grave,
and turned to the dead young woman whom none showed dismay,
they turned back to my body for they had shown more concern,
later that evening when the moon was high in the sky,
the lifeless body of the twisted young woman lay,
wolves remain and so does
love comes and goesTo think back when I was ten years old,
to think that i thought i was out of love and i was oh so cold,
Fast forward two or three years,
thinking nothing of finding love,
warm june evening upon the seventeenth,
finally love found me,
it found me as the sun was setting in an ice cream parlor,
it found me when the sky turned darker blue on the history of Myrtle Avenue,
it found me saying goodbye,
it found me saying hello,
it found me in your arms,
I was safe for once but I still felt so cold,
it left me and returned,
the sorrow screeched and burned,
forever alone i cry,
i'll find true love someday,
to whom it shall concern...Step away from the blade
don't take it from her hand.
Move away from your wrists
to you they work hand in hand.
Don't bleed out the pain
when you say it's just a common misconception.
Don't make yourself bleed when you can use your art and self expression.
when the wrists bleed red our tears cry blue.
for seeing a friend in pain
Hurts us more than the blade hurts you.
There are different people in this world who cut.
They all have different reasons.
They all seem to fit the stereotype.
For people who cut don't feel ashamed.
There is no need to fret.
But when you cut it fits our 'emo' stereotype.
And that causes judgments on others.
I may be young but my words are mature and wise,
So please dont make others cry over the one...single...slice....
to whom it may concern...the blade.
the blade shalt not kiss.
not scathed or scarred,
to help a friend.
to kill a lie.
no reason to cut.
no reason to harm.
loss of blood and a forever scarred arm.
do you realize how much it scars your friends?
how much we want to help but there's obviously no end.
do you think about your future?
how someday they'll be shocked.
your future children and grandchildren fleeing from the gawking of the poor red scars.
I express over cutting.
i can understand how it's so bad.
but i knew one who dies.
who cut too far below the surface,
and now shes dead.
i dont want you to be like her...
i may be thirteen but i have some good words.
to save you from hell that others assume.
please oh please.
and kiss the blade good bye...