A metal blade across my her wrist,
Feels so good, yet like sin,
As her blog flows out and turns cherry red,
Her emotions calm down and she doesn't hurt so bad.
As each crimson drop flows like rain,
The numbness leaves, returning her emotion pain.
Her burning tears mix with her blood.
One more cut for a second release,
But this one was just too deep.
Blood gushes, dark red forming a puddle on the floor,
Next is her body about to be still and growing cold.