It burns and burns,
But I get addicted.
As the blood seeps out
Of the cuts I have made.

Ugly, Fat, *****, Selfish,

Each line represents those calling of names.
As I cry at night,
In hope of a meaning.

I have thought of it at times,
And never did I have,
But the pleasure I got was beyond the way.

One slice,
Two slice,
Three slice,
A fourth.

I smiled in pain as the blade dropped to the floor.