Bleed

by Rhiannon   Sep 10, 2006


It's not that you need to cut,
it's just that the pain is a sudden rush to you.

When the blood is rushing down your arm,
The stinging sensation gets to you,
This is when your happiest.

Your ganna keep cutting,
Getting your fix.
Your growing colder now
harder to reach,
look what you've done!

By: Rhiannon

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