You don't know How it feels.

This pain yes please,
All around.
I love the feeling,
And I love the sound.

The sound of my voice,
As I create the pleasure,
This pain is a release.
Not a pressure.

It does not hurt.
Can't you tell.
It feels so good.
You could hardly tell.

That you were cutting,
At your very own flesh.
You don't understand.
It's different then the rest.

It's not an attempt at death.
Or a little cry for help.
This is my release.
This to no one I tell.

This pain yes please,
All around.
I love the feeling,
I love the sound.
As my blood slightly drips,
Onto the ground.