the first cut is the deepest

the pain runs up and down

upon your face not a frown

chills run as blade crosses skin

the first cut i begin

blood flows slowly as it is your first time

wouldnt want to cut to deep

wouldnt want to cry

not now

the blade release all agony there once was

youve become addicted to the blades drug

pain becomes numb

what once was becomes a distant memory

all that is left

a blade and thee

what great company

Reviews

[*Evelen*]

This was a very good poem. Very strong, and I can relate so much to it. As so many other people can. Well done.

[I Am Svetlana]

I know exactly how you feel in this poem. I have once become addicted to the blades drug...still am at times.

[CircusNerd]

ok, this was just awesome? but my only concern is the grammar errors O_o
youve become addicted to the blades drug