Crimson Rivers

I lean against the towering wall,
the ivy at my back is the only thing that can climb to the top,
the rain pours down,
it pounds on my face as I lift it to the sky,
it splatters on the ground as it hops from puddle to puddle,
my clothes are soaked, but I do not shiver,
it no longer fells cold to me, it may as well be a warm shower,
it may not even be raining anymore,
I do not feel,
I do not care,
I want this all to go away,and it will,
thanks to the blade that now lies in the mud,
and the crimson rivers that run down my arms,
I guess it must be raining, for they are washing away,
I bring my knees to my chest,and lay my head down,
holding myself together with my arms is no longer necessary,
I can let it all out,I can let my tears mix with the rain,
As the wet limp curtain of my hair hides the bleakness of the world from me,
I close my eyes for the last time,
these thoughts shall haunt me no longer,
these four walls close in around me and reach to the sky,
the darkness descends,
I spread my scarlet wings and fly,
I reach up to touch the stars,to grab hold of them,
the rain hits my face,
awakening me,
I have fallen in the mud, in this alley i have lain,
I have lost my escape,
I raise my hands to my face,
and scream as I see the blood that covers them,
to mix with the tears I have cried,
and be lost in the rivers of blood below,
that is all that it takes to brake, though I am already broken,
I lean against the dark wall,
and let the pain out, so that the world might know it,
that they may see how little they know of me,
and maybe find a hope to one day understand.