Pain

Swift like an eagle,

It lets blood drips down my arms.

The physical pain,

Relinquishes the mental pain.

I feel relief,

As the liquid life pours out.

The shining, glistening knife,

Makes my pain disappear,

But for only a moment.

I want to feel this,

Over and over again;

Let the blood trickle down,

Have me let go of my problems,

Just for a minute.

I start to say to myself,

"Yes, yes, yes,"

As I start to forget my life;

Using the knife,

To become a happy person,

Once again.