Secrets

There it is blood running down my arms. Like my truths staining my hands. Shades of red, burgundy, bright reds coating the floor in my sticky truths. Truths about my life, my failings, each moment I got lost. Things I didn't do and how I covered all of it in blankets of my misdeeds. Blankets stained red and black from the droplets of truth. Constantly running from my veins as if there is no plug, no way to stop the new truths from staining again. *based upon an idea I had after listening to the Song "Secrets" by One Republic as covered by Maddi Jane.*