This Is My Hand

This is my hand
It will turn away
I can move it
Blood gushing.

This is my heart
It will drip away
I can feel it
Blood gushing.

As a young child
I made silhouettes
Touching pitch black
Blood gushing.

Mother beside me
Sleeping silently
I could hear her
Blood gushing.

I used to think
Nothing would end
I used to think
Nothing would end.

Well help me
Please.
Insufferable end.