Every little cut,
Every little nick,
Every time the blood flows
I get a little kick
Every little mark
Every little score
Every time the blood flows
I want a little more
It is so addictive
I never want to stop
Every time the blood flows
I’ll do another lot
The little itch I get
The red mark left behind
Every time the blood flows
It stirs my dieing mind
This pain inside of me
Is built on many fears
Every time the blood flows
It mingles with my tears
The pressure I know inside
I can’t find a release
Every time the blood flows
I feel my pain ease
Pretty soon I’ll stop
The end is coming near
Every time the blood flows
Its only you I hear
Of this pain in me
You’ll never have a clue
Every time the blood flows
Remember… it’s because of you
nice poem. theres not much i can say. I feel pretty much the same way you feel when I cut, down to the fact that it feels kinda like itching when i cut.but nice poem.