the blade slices through my skin and it

feels so good

so good 

so right and that red stuff flows

from the slit and

i watch as it pools

it pools 

in the cut, and it dives over the 

rim and i cry, not from pain, 

oh no, the cutting doesn't hurt

me anymore, i can't feel

can't feel

that way anymore it's sad

i lost all care about myself

my body has no worth except

to house my broken

broken 

soul.