Paper Wrists

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 where I dug into, with the blade
What a rush
It feels
So
Good
Freeing
Relieving
Freeing
Free
Of
Pain
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