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 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, why can’t you be too?
The blood starts to drip, and rolls down your skin,
And a smile appears on your lips from within,
When You Cut.
