As you turn the page with your crimson finger tips, leaving traces of red.

A message typed across my redened flesh that reads forget me not.

Words carved with razor blades to expose this a ransom note to myself.

With my head hung low avoiding the sun.

I bleed. I try. I bleed again.

Words.. carved...with...razor...blades...to...expose...this...I bleed.

I try.

With my head hung low, avoiding the sun.