Bleeding.

"Hello darkness my old friend.

I've come to talk with you again."

Red.

I see red.

I feel red.

I am, red.

Bleeding, bleeding

I'm never bleeding

At least not in the past two years,

At least not for the past two years.

I thought I healed.

I thought I grew.

I thought I changed.

But I'm still the same.

Scarred. Broken. Bleeding.

I missed the blade, so much.

But at last we are reunited

Bleeding, bleeding

I'm always bleeding.