blood

Snow white as coke,
I gaze out my window,
Thoughts flickering in my mind,
Like an old movie reel,
My pale hands settled in my lap,
Arm's bandaged from last night's events.

I smile, addiction in my eyes,
Remembering the razor's kiss,
I tug lightly at the wrap,
See the cut and frown,
It was a disgustiong addiction.

As I think back to the first slice,
I yearn to hold the blade again,
I think of the blood,
Of the pain that let me know I was still alive,
I loved the crimson liquid,
That runs in my veins,
Reminding me of the tears,
I bleed.

However disgusting it may be,
My cries for help haven't been heard,
And the next time I cut ,
May be the last time I bleed.

I bleed for,
The love,
The hate,
The brutality,
The twist,
The pain,
The beauty,
The romance,
The patheticness of it all.