Cut

She looks at the blade
Thinking this will be her last time
Her last time to cut
but when she sees the scars on her arms
she needs to create more
and more
until shes satisfied
You see
the blade makes her happy
It sets her free
All she wanted was a few more cuts
A burning sensation
and then she will be satisfied
The blade on her arm caresses her skin
Until she feels that stinging
and the blood flows
then shes satisfied with herself
She never stopped