Depressed Poems and Quotes♥♥

[forty-one]

When you cut.
The skin around it puffs, red like wine.
The blood beads up, perfectly like a crimson dotted line.
It tingles and burns at first,
But then it feels good, so that's only the worst.
Your body is in pain, but your mind is at ease.
It feels so good, and your mind asks for one
more please.
One turns to two and two turns to four.
At this point you just keep cutting more.
There's no stopping yourself from the warm ness
flowing through.
Everyone else is happy, so why can't you be too?
The blood starts to drip, and roll down your skin.
And a smile appears on your lips, from within.
When you cut.