The Blood Story
Cut myself to see the blood.
Sleeve pulled down, to hide from Mom.
Breath in slow, I feel the rush.
Sane or insane, I'm not ashamed.
I do this 'cause I crave the pain.
It makes me feel alive in a world, so dead.
Helps me bear a life I sadly dread.
Harm myself to feel so good.
Never tell you, like I know I should.
Lost so much, I'm feeling faint.
Hurts so good, I hate to say.
Slit my wrists, I think this is it.
Lock the door, my blood stains the floor.
I think this is the finale.
No need for you to mourn me.
I shall bleed no more.
This is the end of my Blood Story.
*DISCLAIMER: Not based on my life, it's about someone I used to know.