Last time i got the urge to cut I wrote this poem about it...what do you guys think? comment...does it relate at all to what any of the rest of you who have a 
sh history have felt like? I wanna know if this is normal to feel like this about cutting or if i'm just weird..
 Blood
  Seeping from the slash on my wrist
  Trickling down my arm
  Coating my hand with a warm red glove
  Dripping soundlessly onto the floor.
  Pain
  Emanating from my very core
  Masking all the agony inside
  Releasing the tension of feeling
  Creating a trance-like peace.
  Blade
  Causing this addicting pain
  Becoming my choice escape 
  Leaving me scarred and worthless
  Stealing my identity.