Pain

I like pain can't you see, i have proof from all tha scars on me.

Pain sometimes is good because it can cure your feelings, but sometimes the pain is more than enough. I see the blood drip on the bathroom floor, I like the feeling of pain and nothing more.

When I looked around and saw nothing but red, I new for sure that I soon to be dead.

My friend with fear in her eyes trying to hold back the tears for she also new I was about to die, I told her that ill be ok so please dont cry.

She ran out screaming, slamming the door, leaving me lying on tha cold hard floor.

So desperate to now end tha pain for good I picked up tha knife once more and started to cutt more skin, knowing that this would be the end.

[[This poem is rely old, itz like tha first one i ever wrote. I made sum changed in it tho so it wuld sound a little better but i still think it suxx. Comment on it for me plzz tho.]]