The Pain. The Pleasure. The Blood. Poem by Ashley Kolakowski

The remarks remind you how good it made you feel.
Next time you grab the blade,
could be your last.
It's what you want.
Sit and watch the blood flow.
Sit with the bloody blade in your hand.
Breathing in and out with the most amazing feeling.
Better than any drug.
The pain gives you a rush.
A higher high than the strongest drug.
Just one more cut for the rest of my life.
On that vein... Its my last cut forever.
Its time I go deep and end it.
I take the blade to my left wrist.
Press as hard as I can.
Follow that beautiful pulsing blue vein.
I watch the blood pour all over the floor,
My breathing slows.
I feel happier.
I feel lighter.
As I close my eyes forever.
I picture him.
This is for him...