Cutt Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

Waiting and watching to see who's around.
No one there.
I take the razor from my pocket.
Oh so sharp.
My arm is frozen.
Can not feel the pain spreading through my arm.
I make the first cutt
Went deep.
Alot of blood is speeping out.
I then make the next one.
Pulse quicken.
Hands still steady.
The final mark.
Just a nick here and there.
Hands are now shakened.
Had to finsh the word.
The blood ozes from the wonds.
The world spins befor me
I feel wozzy.
I go down.