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