Dragged the Dirty Deed

I did the dirty deed again
It felt oh so good, feeling the rush
Of the cold, sharp metal dragging
Against my skin
The blood was flowing quickly, I felt the beating
Of my heart, right were I dug into with the blade
What a rush…
It feels oh so good
My heavy stress and mood of things
Seem to melt for now…
As long as I have my flowing blood…
I feel my pounding heart
I feel alive. Only for now anyway—
I feel dead without the pain
So I slice the paper wrists.