Painful Bliss

She feels like she always has to do this.
That everyday,she has to suffer this painful bliss.

Everyone was oh so worried about her.
She told them she was fine.Yes,she was sure.

Her ribs grew sharper and pointed out more.
This body,yes,this body,she would always adore.

Pushing away food,like it was poison and hate.
If she continued,Death would be her upcoming fate.

Red vine like marks circling her wrists and throat.
She thought people would notice but they took no note.

Words carved into her delicate flesh.
The smell of blood and metal,still fresh.

Hot metal pressed against soft skin.
It was a delicious,full of pain,sin.

All of this pain.
Feels so good.
Almost insane.
Just as it should.