The Blood Runs

With shaky hands,
And a shaky heart,
You pull the razor,
Along you arm.

The pain tingles,
Your mind hums,
The blood runs,
It is not enough.

Your mind screams “more”
Your razor aggress,
Your knees weak,
You finally agree.

Ten oozing cuts along your arm,
You think you are doing no harm,
4 months gone down the drain.
No more pain.

You feel whole again.