When you cut

The skin puffs around it like red wine

The blood beads up perfectly

like a crimson dotted line

It tingles and burns at first

But then it feels good

So thats 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

One turns to two

And two to four

At this point

You keep cutting more

Theres no stopping your self

From the warmth flowing through

Everyone else is happy

Why can't you be to?

The blood starts to drip

And roll down your skin

And a smile appears

From your lips within