The Blood Gives Me Satisfaction The sharp edge Of the blade breaks open my skin. My body is numb. Too numb to the pain, Too numb to the blood. My mind is spiraling out of control, Too paralyzed to realize what I am doing. until it's too late. One cut follows another, and another. The blood gives me satisfaction, I can't stop until I see enough. The blade falls from my hands, the blood trickles, Tears roll down my cheeks, What have I done? Poetry Slam: Slam on Back to SchoolThis poem is about: MeOur world Comments Login or register to post a comment.