X-Cutting

I was an artist
My favorite color was red
I loved it so much
i drew on myself,

I made lines
and saw the red pour out,
i liked it so much,
I became and expert,

Did it a lot,
People would notice,
Look At me,
and give me loks,

I felt so bad,
like i was doing somthing wrong,
i stopped,
And now i fell good,

I now draw on paper,
And forgave my mistakes,
Knowing i did the write thing,
Being an X-Cutter