Pleasure of pain
do not count
wounds of my hands made on my own
my "desire" to hurt myself is my pleasure
pain using knife,screw-driver & scissor
i get entertain seeing my blood
sometime it bleeds like the "small flood"
why i get myself "hated" in mirror
there's me numerous in broken pieces of mirror
for friends i make them always"laughing mood"
inside my heart there's an unknown lonely mood
it's not that i need love of somebody
deep in my heart , there is nobody
i like to stay alone in my room
specially i enjoy dark silence room
at midnight mostly i looked outside from window
there i search the black darkness's shadow
for others wounds make them feel hurt
for me there's no meaning of hurt
for others wounds make them feel pain
for me..i feel great pleasure from this pain
don't know why my life is like this
just"pleasure from pain" i want to always kiss
no i 'm not mad i've got right mentality
but i love just my pleasure from painful activity
but i love just my pleasure of painful activity..
Great stuff man.. Tx 
