I cry blood, not tears

I cry from my wrists, not eyes

I have deep cuts, not mild scars

I am locked behind doubt, not metal bars

I have a shattered heart, not a broken bone

I have change in thoughts, not in tone

I have lost friends, not enemies

I have reached battle fields, not remedies

I have lost blood, not problems

I fall from the top, haven't risen from the bottom

And I'm left with...

                                                                                                                       ...nothing