One More Time!

How hard must I press before the knife breaks skin...
How much pain must I endure before the blade slides in...
These questions begin when the pain arrives...
These questions I ask before I drain my life.....

I cut for reasons only known to me...
I cut for reasons others cannot see...
Reasons that would bring anyone to tears...
Reasons that hide within and feed on my fears.....

Now I must cut more for it to feel the same...
I must cut more and increase the pain...
The pain that takes my mind off of love...
But this pain never made me curse her up above.....

The shock rushes through my arm and to my head...
The shock who's cause has left many dead...
A cause that puts many six feet under...
A cause that makes my head pound like thunder.....

I spill my life onto the floor...
I spill my life only wanting more...
More sensations on my wrists and tingles down my spine...
More watching all the guilt forming a red line.....

It's not over and I'm not done...
It's now time to watch the blood run...
As it dries I put up the knife and end the hate crime...
As it dries I smile as I ask myself, "one more time....."

With Love
Manish Mahajan