drip drip drip

         blood...
that drips and drips
i can feel the wetness on my wrist
i looked down
to find that I have cutted to deep
pain rushing in
the throbbing sensation on my wrist
focusing on the pain i feel from the cuts
instead of the pain i feel
that grows inside of me
the pain is the only thing that keeps me alive
watching the thin blade slide over and over again
watching the blood that drips and slides down afterwards
trying to remind myself...
not to cut so deep all the time
just feeling the blade slashing through my skin
shuts out all the oher feelings
to bring me out of the world i am in
and takes me somewhere else
slicing my wrist open a few more times
watching the blood
Drip Drip Drip...