-Blood

I watch it as it trickles down my arm

Even cuts because I care

Watching it flow from the parallel lines

How many times?

Too much to count

I love the soft stings I get

Wiping away all misery

Wiping away all the pain

I just like to sit there and watch

Bad habits die hard

A new habit I picked up

Finding new ways to cope

Getting rid of all the fears

I grab the blade and I start to cut

The stinging and burning feeling I get

I start to crave it more and more

There is no stopping this urge

I want it to live on forever

Havng this feeling

Watching my own blood

Pour down my arm