Just another self harming poem...

I can feel it
The razor blade tearing through my skin
I can almost hear it cutting the flesh
One small line
But the blood pours from it

It fits nicely next to the old scars
How can I not feel something that should hurt?
Each cut gets longer
Deeper

I'm emotionless
I can't feel anything
I've shut down
But the tears are still trickling from my eyes
Mixing with the blood from my veins

Another self harming poem
Aren't you tired of reading them?
Because I'm tired of writing them...