My Body's Demand

I love the feeling,
Of warm blood on my hands,
It's like an addiction,
It's my body's demand.

So I take the small blade,
And slowly slice my wrist,
Enjoying the pain,
The feeling I can't resist.

I watch the blood run,
Not in a hurry to make it stop.
I just absorb all the feeling,
And watch it continuously drop.

I don't want this feeling to cease,
So I cut again and again.
I think need someone to stop me,
And to put it to an end.