Yes, a poem/story about the fear of them finding out…

O my soul, how does it feel,
On my floor, I shall kneel,
Sweet metal piercing my skin,
How can this, be a Sin?

Ahh, the feeling of my skin being ripped open, pure joy, pleasure beyond belief.

But what will they think of me… I am not depressed, nor looking for a way out. I am only trying to bring what little pleasure I can to my simple little life.

Oh my, blood becomes scarce, I fear there is no more… Oh well, another cut, and more pleasure…once more!

But will they banish me so quickly, calling me a psychopath? Would they do this? Would they… Lock me up, take my love away from me? Oh how could I survive…

My cut has been plugged… Another hole…

Slice deep into my vain…
I feel no simple pain,

Ahh so plentiful!! Mmmm so tasteful, pouring out… intensity…

How can they make me feel so bad,
I don’t want to be so sad,
I just wanted to have some fun…
And now I have this gun

Why!!!!!! You took my it away away,

yet I run in glee,
more blades to see!!

What have you done, Today I am nothing but a simple cut up figure on the ground, I laugh slightly, hehe, another cut, blood pours out and I feed… I want more, I want so much more… another cut… blood pours out and I drink from my cup,

Another day to live and say,
Find another pleasing way,
I went along with all my desire,
All of my life, gone up in fire,

Never, you can’t stop me… Only death can… Where is my gun…

My knife needs sharpened, keen senses tell… Ah I see my wet stone, some oil… Sharp!!

To keep them from seeing my shoulder will be next… Mmmm, so much joy, licking up the mess, careful not to stain…

They found out, my gun is here… terrible, loading the bullets take time…. I don’t want to wait… I am ruined for yearning pleasure

More I a want, never too much,
The blades so soft to the touch…

you will end my forbidden pleasure, and with out my pleasure, I will be in misery…

*bang*