Needles

I have have so many needles enter my body
In my fingertips, wrists, ears and veins

The moment the needle entered my vien
I gasped, she tapped over the needle

I looked at the once clear tube
I watched my blood flow from my arm

Into the little bag below the table
I closed my eyes and listened to the music

I have found that donating the blood
Instead of spilling it myself...

It feels better then wasting it when I'm in pain
It has so many properties we take for granted

I'm told that one bag can potentially save three lives
I wish the red cross came to the college more

Imagine how many people would line up
If they knew that donating feels better then self harm...