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