My secret Pain

I hurt
I feel the pain
And this pain                   I control
One small cut
Then another
Slowly the blood comes
The release of my guilt
As the red blood flows
My heart pounds
As I cut again
The blood slowly moves down my leg
I leave it,



Until it reaches the floor
The guilt has change
I have now turned to self pain
At least this I can control.
I now control my own personal pain
One small cut at a time
One drop of blood at a time
Until my guilt bleeds from my soul
Until next time my secret