I cut <br />I bleed <br />The vampires <br />They feed <br /> <br />They love my taste <br />So I will cut more <br />I put the knife in <br />My arms are tore <br /> <br />First there's a hole <br />Then there's a drop <br />Then I make a puddle <br />Big enough for a mop <br /> <br />I look at my old scars <br />From a little before <br />I look at my new cuts <br />Because I cut once more <br /> <br />I want to be able to stop <br />I really wish I could <br />But as long as you hate me <br />I don't think I would<br /><br />Brynn Fier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-of-red/
