One cut here,
Another there.
The red came flooding out
From is flesh wall.
I couldn't help but notice
It wasn't enough.
So I made many more cuts here and there
I couldn't help
But not feel the satisfaction.
So what did I do?
I made many more cuts here and there,
Until my satisfactions were filled.
I looked down at my horizontal lines, my diagonal lines, and my vertical lines.
I looked at the other and did much worst.
There's no one to stop, and no one will ever stop me.
My heart is pounding harder and faster.
I was, no, am numb to the pain,
Red is the white,
Blood is the new skin.
I could not help but look down at my legs.
When both my arms were done,
My legs were next.
I went horizontal, diagonal, and vertical.
No one is going to save me,
Would you like to know?
Because by the time someone comes,
I will have not been satisfied about my legs and arms.
I look in the and see my face,
I start marking my face downwards.
I avoid my eyes because I know,
I know this is what i want to see for the last time.
By the time someone finds me.
The walls, the floor, the windows, the mirror, and tub will be covered in my blood.
And in the middle of the room,
Will be my dying corpse, the blood draining from all of my cuts,
My marks I made.
No one will be there in time to save me.
People will be ecstatic when I'm no longer here.
Why you may you asked?
I was that one girl who cried when she didn't get her way,
Always jumping into conclusions,
Never let anyone speak
So for them I was good riddance.
I am the good riddance and never comeback.
I accept what I did,
But I'm not proud of it at all.
I, I am sorry.
