When you cut,
The skin around it puffs,
Red like wine,
The blood beads up,
Perfectly in a crimson 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 warm mess flowing through,
Everyone else is happy,
So why can't you be too?
The blood starts to drip,
And roll off your skin,
And a smile appears on your lips,
From within when you cut.
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Depressing Poems and Quotes
LosoweYup, just some random depressing shit. ***Trigger Warning*** Mentions of self harming, suicide, eating disorders, etc. Some are mine, most are not
