The feeling
The blade makes the slit
It hurts a bit
The blood comes out
Like a tiny water spout
The blood is thin
My heads in a spin
The pain inside is set free
Relief u can see
The blood turns to crimson
And sticks to ur skin
The warmth of the water
Eases the pain
It stings for a while
But the pain goes and u hide it in denial.
By Fiona round