Just one cut, it's not going to kill you,
That's all that you'll ever want to do,
But how long will only one suffist your need,
How long until you have the lust for more of you to bleed,
The blood drops down into the sink with a splat,
You wash the blood away but the cut stings as the water flows,
You whirl your arm away from the water such as a cat,
You feel your emotions coming to a settle and gone are all your woes,
The bleeding stops and you put the blade away,
Little do you know you will need it the next day.
