One is gentle just to start 

Twos intent to cut a bit more hard

Three and four for unworthy and ugly

Five is for the lies ive said

Six is to honor the guilt

Seven makes me gasp

Eight is for the queit easing of stress

Nine exessive

Ten is only one more

My skin and body begging for more

I watch the red that trickles down

My tears mixed well around

Through the weeks I feel the pain

The burning 

The tenderness 

And then the itch of the heal

And once they are heal I go again

Reliveing all the pain from my head

I get carried away and each the peak

My thighs 

My chest

My arms

My wrists 

My neck

Covered in blood from my regret

I cry

Slashing hard and deep many more times

This is my biggest crime