Blood a color that's a deep red, so beautiful. Yet, you can't lose much of it or you faint or possibly die. People slice their skin to let emotions out, to feel a pain that they can control. People don't know why they do the things they do and they jude and make fun of them. Feeling your skin slice open and seeing the deep shade of red pour out of the wound, the pain that comes with it is something that you did it's something you can control. The pain that you focus on from all the other ways of feeling pain, pain that others make arise in you. Pain that is what make s you do this, like a need to do this. Your skin tingles and itches when you feel the need or even sometimes it throbs edging you to do it. Compelling you to do it and you do, in order to take control of the pain caused by others this is one you can control and that satisfies you, at least for a while. But you've gotten used to certain pains and sometimes when you try to make that throbbing need you can't feel it. You can only see that beautiful red blood pour out yet, feel none of the pain you are expecting. Blood something essential to the body and such a wonderful color.
