"When you cut
The skin around it puffs, red like
Wine.
The blood beads up, perfectly
Like 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 please.
One turns to 2 and 2 turns
To 4.
At this point you just keep
Cutting more.
There's no stopping yourself
From the warmth
Flowing through.
Everyone else is happy, so why
Can't you be too?
The blood starts to drip, and roll
Down your skin.
And a smile appears on your lips,
From within,
As the blade continues to pierce
Your skin."
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The Little Things
PoetryA collection of poems, quotes, stories, and thought provoking paragraphs. Some are my very own work and others have been spoken to me in a time of need that I related to so closely and that help me so much that I just can't wait to share them with...
