My Favorite Habit

I don't even cry anymore, I am trained with this skill. Sometimes I am not even sad, I do it for thrill. I calmly walk to my spot, take out my blade. Retracing old scars that didnt even fade. When blood begins to seep, I don't even shudder. This is nothing new, I was born as a cutter. I just pull out the old rag and wrap it up tight. To seal the wounds, that i opened that night. After i have finished, and i am lieing on the floor. I always wonder weather my wrists will be sore. But when they are, it doesnt hurt much, I love them more, because now they are raw to the touch. This is my favorite past time, I don't think i'll ever stop. This is my only outlet, so i watch the blood drop.