Tainted Blood

I want to bleed again,
I want to scream,
I want to feel that cold metal,
cutting inbetween.

The feeling of blood running down my arm,
a sharp tip,
cutting through my skin,
bleeding out my sin.

This addiction,
though I know it's wrong,
is more than simply strong.

It controls my life,
but that's ok,
as long as I can cut,
for another day.