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 then 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 please
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, so why can't be you too?
The blood starts to drip, and roll down your skin
And a smile appears on your lips, from within
When you cut.
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Perfect Depression
PoetryThis is for the girls who have the tendency to stay up all night listening to music that reminds of their current situation. Who hide their fears, hurt, pain, and tears under their smiles and laughs all on a daily basis. The girls who wear their hea...
