Self Mutilation (Poem)

I did it again. The agony I endure day after day causes my soul to morn. So I slice through my human flesh, searching for warm liquid. The major loss of blood causes all feeling to parish, leaving me numb. Watching my red juice trickle to the ground, I realize pain and termoil are parts of my reality. All happiness I have ever felt leaks through my wound leaving behind a cruel poison called sorrow. I begin getting dizzy, a normal side effect, so I lay down and fall into a deep sleep. My last thought is, "I am living a pathedic existance. I am truly worthless. I hope I dont live to see day break." But, in the back of my mind I know I will because I never seen to cut deep enough.

Written December 1st, 2005
This is a good time to say that I am not suicudal, and I dont want to die. I just enjoy putting myself in others shoes and trying to depict difficult human emotions (and sometimes vampiric ones too).