When you cut...
The skin around it puffs up, red like wine. The blood beads up perfectly, in crimson dotted lines. It tingles and burns at first. But then it feels good, so you're already through the worst of it. Your body might be in pain, but your mind feels so at ease. It feels so amazing that your mind asks for just one more cut. One turns to two, two turns to four. At this point you just let go and keep dragging the razor against your skin. There is no stopping the warmth that flows through you. Everyone else is happy, so why can't you be too? The blood starts to drip and pour from your cuts, and you love it. A smile spreads across your face.
When you cut...
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Random Demented Stuff
PoetryCollection of poems or rants that I write. Very suprised at how many views and votes I got on this, thanks to all my readers ALSO Finished with this one, if you want to see more of my poetry look at my profile for the new collection.
