One Cut Over Again

This is a poem that I wrote one.. well actually it’s more like a personal story
One cut is all I said I would do
But I knew that was a lie
Because one cut is never enough
At least not for me.

I can fill the blade cutting through my skin
The crimson blood feels like a fire silk on my skin
This is such a nice and familiar feeling that I love.

Every time the blade cuts deeper and deeper
Until all I can see is red

My blood is every where
Puddles here and there
Getting bigger and bigger
after every cut.

This is the only way for me to know that i am alive
Well at least for now
I am alive
But I can feel my soul slipping away

The crimson river flowing down my arm has slowed down
I’m falling to the floor
Drowning in my own blood

Well I guess I didn't lie
One cut was all I did
One cut over and over again

By taylor mcsperitt
Published: 5/11/2008

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