A deep cut into my arm

Blood, warm crimson blood

Flooding my arm

The cold heat from the blade

Tingled my skin

The white scars over my arms-

Are nothing compared to the marks left on my soul

The blood

Dripping on my bed

I can not hide this

I can not run from this

The stain of blood is in my mind

Tempting me to cut again

More blood

More pain

More pain