A/N: I wrote this after my History Final today. Basically, it's about cutting and how I've stopped, and I'm apparently happy now, but I still want to do it, just one more time, just to do it. If that makes any sense at all. Yeah, so, enjoy it. I guess it's pretty much angsty, but not as much so as some other stuff I've written. I hope y'all enjoy it! Happy Reading!
Leahxx

Just once more
I long to feel the prick
The sting and sweet pain
As metal kisses skin

Just once more
I yearn to see the red
Bubbling from my arm
A fountain of relief

But I have stopped
Again and again
And now it's warm
Arms bare, no sleeves

But would it really make
That much of a mess
With red rivers
Streaming down my arms and legs
What could go amiss?

Yet, I am happy now
Or so I tell myself day and night
Things are good
Nothing is wrong

Then why do I want an exacto knife?