Cut

I pierce the tiny razor blade into my arm,

it stings, yet masks the pain.

Warm trickles of blood flow down my skin,

and hit the floor,

drip

drip

drip…

My scars from last time haven’t gone away,

as I stare at my arm, and create new ones.

it feels good.

it covers the damage for a while.

Reviews

[J.Black]

Oh look at this Amy baby, this title was the same one for my emo poem about cutting lmao!!!