The blood trickled down
my arm
relief flows
through me
it no longer hurts
i am no longer upset
people know not wy
only the scars they see
challenge me with
anything
i shall win
win any bet
i can escape
reality with one
small blood slice
through skin
relief fills me as
anger leaves
nothing can harm me
i am made of tin
not a cut through my legs
nor my knees
i cut through my arm
relief escapes
with every
trinkle of blood
blood slices are
my escape
from reality
my only escape.
