Crimson Fountains

A small red fountain flows
on the day I feel so hurt.
Then the fountain starts to grow
Drowning out the pain I know.

It's getting really bad now
As the blade cuts deep,
But wait! Someone is coming
And I try not to make a peep.

The sound passes and I continue with my art,
Deeper, deeper through my arm,
soothing my broken heart.

How can something that hurts so bad
make me feel so good?

The crimson flow drowns the pain
that I feel inside.
It continues getting deeper
As across my skin the blade glides.

All the pain I've felt
and the sorrow in my heart,
is forgotten when
My blade makes it's first part.