Bleeding Pain Poem by Koti Bri

Perfect size, perfect point
time to put down this joint.
Slowly sliding it across my skin
the pain is ready to begin.
Blood drips down my wrist
very warm and crisp.
Looking down to four scars, I feel satisfied
sitting here wondering if i should bide.
Feeling better than before
with my heart hurting down to the core.
Knowing it's over i lie down
then across my face comes a frown.
Relizing what i've just done
thinking that depression has won.
Wishing i could start over
but im not as lucky as a four-leaf clover.
At least its over with i say
ready for a whole new day.