As I sit in the shower
With the scolding hot water running on my back
I see the blood go down the drain
I cant help to think how beautiful the color blood is
I cant help but want to see it some more
As I wash off my cuts
I think about how I'm just going to do it again as soon as I get out
Why is cutting so addictive?
Is it the pain?
Is it the sight of the blood?
It feels so good to do it
It's like doing drugs
You can't stop
I know I got to stop this
But I can't help to not do it
I love seeing the sight of my blood
I love feeling the pain
And I'm going to do it again
In a few seconds
It will make things go away
Even if it is just for a few minutes
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