Blood

I cut myslef, to see how much i can bleed.
I lick the blood, off of my sleeve
Standing there, with a knife in my hand
I puncture my skin, to see how much pain i can withstand
I conteplate the thought, of taking my life
but with so many regrets, i dont deserve to survive
The pain is pleasure, i love to feel
The blood is cold, like frozen steel
The tears roll down, my body shakes
The feeling i get, feels all to fake.
My thoughts are evil, coated in death.
I think i coming, to my last breath
I take the knife, and pierce my heart
The hate, the blood, tore my life apart.