I paint in red

I paint in red,
I like it,
it reminds me of life,
we all have the red running through our veins
and sometimes I have to see this
to know that I am alive; not in a dream.
I stick the blade into my skin,
the life flows out,
it stings,
this soothes the voices in my head,
my thoughts slow down
and I can relax,
knowing that when I feel the warm red
I am still alive.