Bloody Tears Blood and Tears Blood and Tears can be a wonderful thing. The Blood from the cutting makes me happy, The Tears from crying because of the cutting me calm. With the “safety” pin in my hand, I add more cuts to my arms. For each bloody cut, I shed another tear, For each tear, I add another bloody cut. The Blood and Tears start to form a big pool in my sink. I pull the plug, The mixture runs down the drain. I clean up the mess, Bandage my arms, And return to my very f***ed up life.