Pain is my pleasure
It's in my blood
The blood spills out
From my wrist
As the razor cuts through
A sting goes up my arm
Tears in my eyes
Why do I do this?
It stings,
It itches,
But I can't stop
I like this feeling
Don't make it stop
It's feelings I can control
My feelings alone
No one else feels
The razors sharp edge
As it touches my wrist
They don't feel the pressure
As I push on the blade
Harder and harder
Deeper and deeper
More and more blood
My pain
My pain alone
Only I can take it
Only I can cause it
My razor
My wrist
My blood
My pain
My pleasure
Adding your comment:
been there, done that... Kind of.
