Til the Next Time

Take it and slice
feel the warmth of blood come out
it pours out like a flood
but sometimes its just trickles of blood.
Slicing my wrists, arms, legs and even thighs makes me smile.
I sit in a dark room with candles lit and some music in the background
(so no one can hear me cry)
and i take my object...
slowly slice....AWWW it feels good
and i feel weak.
Amazing what one little cut can do...
imagine...10,20 even 30 cuts....
that'd be the BEST feeling ever.
When im done I sit with dried mascara eyes
and look at what I did...a smile
slowly creeps my face
a true smile, not a mask.
I put the blade away until
the next time.