When you cut,
the skin around it puffs up; red like wine.
The blood beads up, perfectly in a crimson dotted line.
It tingles and burns at first,
But then it feels good, so thats the worst,
Your body is in pain, but your mind asks for one more cut,
please.
One turns to two and two to four
At this point your just keep cutting more.
Theres no stopping yourself from the warmness flowing through
Everyone else is happy, so why cant you be too?
The blood starts to drip, and roll down your skin.
And a smile appears on your lips, from within.
When you cut.