Blood

MY BLOOD
Blood, I love it
I love her too
But I’ve lost her
Now I have found a new friend in my bloody razor
The blood is warm
I've been cutting for a year or so now
Just to watch the blood run
The pain I love, the blood I love, but I love her more
I just met this razor tonight and I love it
I think I’m gonna stop, but I can’t, I love the blood
Blood I shed because I lost you
I think I’m gonna stop now and find a gun
More blood and pain from a gun shot
No it’s too easy of a way to die
I want to die
I want it to be bloody
Blood I love it
Pain I love it
But I love everything about her more
Even her blood
Especially her lips
Great my mom just walked in my room
The blood she saw
The blood on the floor
The blood from my wrist
The blood running down my arm
"Why" she yells
"It’s my body me blood" I yell back
She took my blood covered razor
But I don't care
I can get another one
The blood I shed is because of my stupidity
The blood I shed is for you
The blood from a body, my body, my blood, me, we all need you, my blood and me want you back
I love you
Now my blood has stopped running
My arm is red with blood
I cut to bleed
I cut cause I f*cked up
I guess I will survive
I'll wait for the day you come to me realizing how much I love you
Until that day the blood from my arm is for you
I need my blood
I need you more
I need to stop but can't
I found a box cutter with my old blood on it
Wiping the blood off, I press the blade into my wrist to bleed more
I cut to see blood
I cut to forget
To forget about me being sexually molested
I try to forget what happened to me when i was seven
I try to stop but it is addicting
I bleed to forget how o fucked up
I feel like I lost you, like I lost blood tonight
I think I need help
It wont stop bleeding, my wrist that is
I cut because of my past
I bleed because of things I did wrong
Blood
I shed my blood for you
I think I am going to stop worrying
About the blood
About my problems
About you
About life
Blood runs down my cold arm
The blood warms my arm up
Why do I cut
I cut because I lost you
I love it the blood that once never showed
The blood that now always shows
My red warm blood
Sometimes I wish my blood was black
Black blood would be awesome
Black blood would fit my personality
My clothes are black with chains
Why isn't my blood black
My personality is dark and black
Why not my blood
I cut to bleed
I bleed to relieve stress, nerves, and anger
I bleed to feel the pain
I cut to feel and see my blood
My blood running down my bloody arm
I love the blood, the pain
I cut
I bleed
I feel the pain
I enjoy the blood, the pain
I love the blood
The blood comforts me, my blood
The smell of blood
The sight of blood
The look of blood
The texture of blood
Everything about blood
My blood, your blood, comforts me
Blood
It’s a part of me
I'll tell her about my problems
I'll show her my bloody wrist
I'll show her my bloody tools
Tools I use to bleed when I think about her
I now know why
Why I cut
Why I bleed
Why I love my blood
The blood on my arm
The blood that I shed for you
Why I can't stop bleeding
Why I love the sight of blood
The smell of blood
The look of blood
The warmth of blood
I cut to bleed
I bleed to feel better
I love to cut, to bleed
I love her too
But like my blood, I lost her too
I bleed to forget
I bleed to remember
I bleed to see blood and feel pain
The blood and pain comforts me
When I think of you, my heart and wrist bleed
The blood I lost is for you
The blood is only for you
The blood I lost is just like I lost you
I lost you because of a note
Now I must try to get you back
I need you more than anything
Until I get you, I’m going to bleed
Bleed because of the pain
Bleed because I lost you
Bleed because I need you
Bleed because I want you
Bleed because I miss you
Bleed because I love you
Bleed because if you
Bleed to forget you
Bleed to remember you
I try to stop bleeding but I can’t
It’s too addicting
The cutting and bleeding that is
When I think of you, I bleed
My heart bleeds when I hear a song that was ours
My heart bleeds when I hear Shania Twain songs
Only because I dedicated three to you
Well I guess my life is coming to an end now
Now I am lying on my bed cutting my wrist because I am remembering all of the fun Memories of us together
I miss you and love you
Maybe one day I will stop my cutting
The day I have you back as mine is the day I will stop
Until that day comes I will continue to cut
Maybe even cut my vein

This poem describes how I feel about my ex Natalie Lee Laporte and tells why I cut my wrist.