A red verticle line crosses my wrist
My nail digging deeper into my skin
one more painless slit and then just one big twist
My blood flows and drips down my arm
I cut some more without a choice
I dig deeper until i see my meat torn
Then i take a fork to scrape my bone
I scrape and scrape until fulfill my need
The rythm of my leaking fluid has now grown scraping, digging, painless yes indeed
