The Past Poem by Brick Red

sticky red
blister brown
flowing smoothly
from a cut
deeper then coffie grounds

But the blood means something more
It means I loved you
when you hated me

It means I gave you all I have
When you gave me nuthing in return

It means I hurt my self
for nuthing
because you never gave a dang

I dont know why I loved you
I should of never got invovled

I have been so blind
I should of seen how cruel you could really be

so now I cuver up my scars
and stop the flowing hurt

for I will no longer love you
and will not let you
treat me like dirt.