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.