The First Cut

Waring if you have not read "Old Habbits" do not read this poem!!!


I
One.
The first cut in years,
And the pain feels so...familiar.

As I look at the fresh cut,
I relize that there is no blood,
But for some strange reason,
I want to bleed.

The first cut.
It means I kept her for almost Four months,
I know that's not long but...
Before I couldn't keep a girl for two weeks.

One down. Three to go.
Three more "acomplishments" to go.
So far no blood.
Not enough pain.
Too much depression.