When you cut
the skin around
it puffs, The blood
gathers together
in a perfectly
straight dotted line.
It stings and burns
at first but then
it feels good.
Your body is numb
but ur mind is
raceing. That
voice in your head
ask for one more
cut. One cut turns
to two and two cuts
turn to three. At this
point theres no
way of stopping
yourself. You wonder
why everyone else
can be happy soo
why cant you?
The blood is flowing
and it starts to drip
off your skin and
onto the floor. A smile
soon apears among
your lips. Now your happy
