Addicted to pain

Gentle she thought it was
with pain on the edges
a way to escape
but still stay
thats what she told me when i asked
so i tried it myself
with just a safety pin
i ran it across my skin
it hardly left a mark
but the slight pain was enticing
so i tried with something stronger
and sharper
so i moved on to the compass
in my math class
it left more of a mark,
it started to bleed
but the pain,
it was what made me do it again
but i needed more pain
so i tried the kitchen knife
this bled a lot more
and this time i tried the blood
seeping from my arm
it tasted good
salty and metallic
but this pain
it wasn\'t good enough for me
so i moved to my shaving razor
but i wanted a clear patch
of smooth pale skin
so this time when i slid it
i slid it across my leg
my thigh to be exact
it worked like a charm
that device making
three
parallel
lines
across my pale expanse
the blood that dripped
was ruby and scarlet
crimson and garnet
it fell like beautiful red rain
and the pain was glorious
it made me smile in satisfaction
the way it seared up my leg
and into my stomach
the way it just felt so good
yes the pleasurable pain
the scars i wear
because of that beautiful pain
that beautiful sweet and perfect
pain.