Bleeding inside

If you could only see,
all the pain you sent me through,
And all the tears that I have lost,
And all the blood that has rained down my fingertips.
My final farewell,
my one last chance to say "I love you" (wasted.
If only we were not separated.
My pain goes unnoticed by others, because of this mask I wear.
As my mask beings to crumble, I fear they will see the hurt behind these tear-bleeding eyes.
My pain is gas to a fire,
And these raining tears isn't putting it out.
Deadly spiders feel as if they are under my skin.
Black Widows bite from underneath.
My pain has been torturing me for so long,
I feel so completely empty.
My satisfaction is never filled.
My life feels useless and a waste of skin.
A crushed rose that lays upon threadbare, tear stained sheets.
Bleeding and death.
Crimson red and cavern black fill my vision as I allow the red drops of my life run down my wrists and pool on the floor.
The white carpet below me is soaked in my pit of regrets and hate.
Tainted, never to be pure again.