I watch the blood drip down
Entranced by the dark fluid
They lie- the blood isn't a crimson
It's a much darker shade
More like a black tinted with red
At least against my pale skin
It fascinates me
It should hurt more than it does
Instead it doesn't hurt enough
There isn't enough pain
Not to numb out the pain inside
Whoever said words can't hurt
Knew nothing about life
A sharp intake of breath
The pains satisfying now
It's nice to be the one in control of the pain
To be the inflictor for a change
For there to be a clear reason why it hurts
I watch the tears of my life, my soul fall
And the pain inside hurt a little less