The feel of the sharp blade against my skin

My heart pounding with anticipation

My fingers eager to do what I've already done

My mind knowing there's no going back

I lick my dry lips wondering what relief it'll bring

Slowly dragging the edge along my wrist

The blade opening the delicate paper layers

My hunger easing to a numbing bliss

Watching my once clean wound fill with red

The blood overflowing the edges of the cracks

Making a red stream flowing down my arm

With every drop of blood internal pain is relieved

I look at my other marks and wonder

When will my hunger for blood and pain cease

There is only so much that I can bleed

Before I stop altogether