Slightest Delight

I didn’t think scars would appear

when i did that which i am not proud,

the blood brought fourth a sense of fear

as the flesh parted beneath the dark shroud.

I wish i had a way of stopping

when the thought crossed my mind,

but my muscle kept moving

and the flesh continued to unwind.

Happiness does not fill me

as i look back on this night,

only pain and sorrow

with the slightest delight.

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savigirl14

Cutting in a way does delight the people that do it. It delights us to see ourselves bleed and to know were getting hurt. Please read my poems and tell me what you think.

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