To Cut, To Bleed, To hurt, To Feel.

I want to cut,
I want to bleed,
I want to hurt,
I want to feel.

I'll slit my wrists,
And watch it bleed.
It'll take the pain away,
And this saddness, I will feed.

I'll watch the blood,
Run down my arm.
I'll forget the world,
And continue this harm.

I'll feel the pain,
Of my skin tearing.
I'll enjoy the hurt,
But at the same time, feel like screaming.

My mind will turn numb,
And so will my heart.
I'll stop careing,
While I tear my arm apart.