She loved to see the crimson red
She loved the swift movement of the blade against her skin
She loved the sight of blood trickling down her shaking fist
She loved to cut, it was her thing, then one night she cut too deep , she loved the amount of blood gushing out, it was the only thing she loved in this world and it loved her too, she would have loved to do it again , she would have done it again..........
