"when you cut
the skin around it puffs,
red like wine
the blood beads up,
perfectly in a crimson dotted line
it tingles and burns at first
but it feels so good,
so that's only the worst.
your body is on pain,
but your mind is at ease.
it feels so good,
and your mind asks for one more cut please.
one turn to two,
two turns to four,
at this point you just keep cutting more
there is no stopping yourself
from the warmness flowing through
everyone else is happy,
why can't you?
the blood starts to drip and
roll down your skin
as a smile appears on your face
from within,
when you cut
you can't stop."
//don't start,
you could be happy
and still want to cut,
that's what's so addicting,
you crave the touch and feel
of the blade as it presses down//
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
