Get High Poem by Ana xxx

I had my reasons to be depressed
but now I believe it's a habit of me
I laugh..i smile..i fall asleep
but I'm feeling..i'm still dead
my knife is here beside me
my knife I never leave
I push to my skin so hard
a pale line began to be
a stream of blood flows to the surface
I feel this pain..my sacrifice
I got high
I feel alive
pain is sign of life
I'm on cloud nine
so high.so calm.so pure
suddenly I fell to floor and crash
I want a new cut
I want to cut again
pain I'll gain
but I'll feel so alive
scars are my lifestyle
I'm counting on them to survive