Depression

When you cut

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 good

So that's only the worst

Your body is in pain

But your mind is at ease

It feels so good

And your mind asks for one more cut

One turns to two and two to four

At this point you just keep cutting more.

There's no stopping yourself from the warmness flowing through.

Everyone else is happy

Why can't you be too?

The blood starts to drip and roll down your skin

And a smile appears on your face within

When you cut