im sick?

One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four?

The blood started to drip but of course I went for more

Losing count is something that happens often

I’ve never really had a plan as a precaution

Each slit goes white before red

If I continue I could end up dead

After time the blood thickens

It goes all stringy and my heart rate quickens

All this is done with a calm steady hand

While everybody else faces me with reprimand

I don't really care much if i scare people

I enjoy watching it drip just like treacle