Takes away my inner pain. <br />It releases my emotianal state. <br />To watch the blood flow. <br />To me is not blood. <br />Its all the badness inside. <br /> <br />I have a load of bad feelins. <br />Inside eating away at me. <br />so when the razor. <br />Slices a new cut. <br />I no I can brake <br />Free for a short while. <br /> <br />Blood is red <br />Its precious to some. <br />To me its the bad <br />Stuff flowing away. <br /> <br />Do i have a desire to stop? <br />Yes I do <br />But for the moment I cant. <br />Mabey one day I will. <br /> <br />But as I feel <br />Everything is black <br />I have to <br />Get the badness out. <br /> <br />Blood of me <br />Is red <br />But should be black. <br /> <br />Some say im crazy. <br />Mabey I am <br />In their opinion. <br /> <br />In my opinion <br />Im not <br />It dont make me <br />A bad person. <br /> <br />Its just a tempory relaese <br />Its not permanant relaese <br />Only the scars are <br />Forever <br />But in time <br />They fade.<br /><br />Amy Kerswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cut-15/
