Toxicity?  Is it in my blood?
Evil? Is it in my blood?
Depression? Is it in my blood?
Happiness? Is it in my blood?

why are you to tell me what's in my blood?
Why do you want to control my blood work?

"Am I AB negative?" I scream sliding my fingers through my mane
"No you should be A positive"
"No! You're B positive"

"shit, shut up I think you're O, cause you're always giving to others but no one can give it to you"

Help me. I'm bleeding out, tripping over the shards of my mistakes, my past.

"No you're okay, just patch up your wounds"
"You'd think I'd help you? After what you've done, bleed to death"
"You really don't know what you do shapes people"

"Choke on your blood, you thirsty vampire"

Help me... trembling fingers, blurry vision. Am I going to die on this floor?

I can't breathe... I feel anxious.

Gotta find a way to chill.. save my last breath, hear me please, don't leave me down here. "Is there anyone who could help me?" My breath trembles "HELP ME!!!!" I scream, in an isolated world, cancel culture is strong.

"You hurt me, I have to get away from you"
"How dare you act like this? You're not like that"
"How old are you?"

"You're a selfish fucking person, you saved yourself!"

Why do I even waste my breath?... no one listen to my cries for help anyways...

My vitals aren't stable...I'm out of blood.. I can only give so much..

But you won't donate any blood for me?
I'm left to bleed out, while you leave me on the floor.

I yelled help me. But you let me die.

Deep in my heart I know it's over.
So I just bleed out and die, in the cold abyss