beading.

Let's do some beading,
It's definitely not what you think.
The beads are blood,
On the ribbon that is my wrist.
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Press the blade to my skin
Bringing red, dripping satisfaction.
This fucked up craft is such a rush.
Most see it as repulsive,
But I've never cared,
Which is why I'm always coming back for more.