I like it when I bleed,
the warmth tells of being alive.
The same way that hanging,
teetering on the edge of crumbling cliffs
makes me want to live.
Is this why I do dumb things?
Because I don't try to hurt me or die anymore.
Maybe I hope I might hurt or die,
and then want to cling on,
for a little while longer.
Did something dull today.
In a small way.
Didn't get hurt  (much) or die.
climbed a tree.
Found I still cannot fly.
Didn't hurt,
honest.
******.