Watching the blood drip

One cut two cuts three cuts four
with eat new cut the pain goes away
no one seems to understand how good it feels
with each new cut my pain goes away

until the next day i wake up and see
what i did the night before
and have to hide my cuts
fearing people will see

why cant i be strong enough to fight
the urge to not cut i guess im not strong
enough to fight off the urge

but with each my slice
watching the blood drip from my arm
feels so good

everyday i fear people will find out
will they think im sick or want to die
will they send me away to get help
but i dont think i want help

i love wathing the blood drip from each
new slice am i wrong for enjoying what
i do or should i be sent away

Not a poem i know just what im feeling if you like it thats kool if you dont i dont really care just had to get it out.