I keep banging,
I keep screaming.
Every time I hit my head.
It may hurt,
It may sting.
But there is no stopping me.
You see me laughing,
When i'm bleeding.
And yet you don't question it.
You know me,
You've seen me.
Enjoying every drop hitting.
Ah my floor..
It is stained..
But I love the sight of red.
Maybe,
Oh just maybe.
I will lose enough blood one day.
But for now,
Yes just for now.
I will keep laughing when i bleed.
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Submission Name: Sight of my Blood
