I'm sitting here on the floor,
holding the scissors...why?, I'm no sure,
making a fist, I drive the tip over the surface,
and for that moment I feel such bliss,
looking at it, watching the blood drip down,
the room is spinning & I don't hear a sound,
sliding the blade across again & again,
I drop it, getting myself to suspend,
what have I done, I say,
why wont the urges just go away,
once you start its so hard to end it,
so here I am, again in the bathroom I sit.
