Once I Cut Poem by Bethany Bales

I, breathe in deeply as the blade sinks in.
Scarlet blood drips during this pleasant sin.

I try hard not to do this each and, every night.
But how can I stop when this blood feels so right?

The cold metal blade agianst my pale skin.
Blood flows slowly, as it, goes right in.

They must never find my cuts, I do it 'cause this hate.
They won't ever know until it will be all to late.

My Head is screaming as I slam the door shut.
Now it is time to make very final cut.

You say I'm so selfish to end my life like this.
Since My knifes my best friend I get all pissed.

Now I have pushed all my pain away, I have no more fears.
Now I lie here silent finally, without tears.