Beautiful Pain

cutting, not attempted suicide, but more a form of stress relief

Beautiful Pain



Hand me the razor, I’ll do it myself

Watching the blood drip off my skin

The crimson, a beautiful shade

The red staining my flesh

Let it puddle on the white tile

A growing mass of morbidity

This pain is such a pleasure

This feeling lets me know I’m alive

Close my eyes as I let it flow from my wrist

The beautiful, wonderful pain

The sweet taste of blood

This is my way of living

I’m not sick, mentally disturbed

This is my stress reliever

Leave me the hell alone

And let me do what makes me feel alive.