Cuts

The cuts I've made
They tear through my arms,
my legs, my back.
They leave behind this red,
the Water of life.
Pouring out through these cuts,
only never to return.
Leaving my pain with me,
staying to torment me.
As I watch it drip
And pool below me.
I remember all the feelings,
of happiness before this.
They hide from my eyes,
Where did they go?
Are they in this pool?
Forming at my feet.
or could they possibly be,
in the river running?
In the red, it flows
where is it? My,
HAPPINESS...