Patterns

I carve patterns into my skin
That is where the fun begins

All the blood drips to the ground
Hardly making any sound

When I'm done I look at me work
My eyes smiling; on my face a smirk

Wrap them up and hide them away
This kind of work is not on display

My work shows sadness and love
For all of those up above

When I'm angry I add a line
This will make my work Divine

This is where I end my fun
Although I know I'm hardly done