I'm in a poetic mood. Sorry guys to disappoint

I lay here licking
The blood from my cut
As it tries
To heal itself shut
I forgot how good
A fresh blade feels
And how it felt
As the skin seals
Leaving but
A thin red line
Not really one
Closer to nine
It still doesn’t
Bleed enough
My skin has gotten
Rather tough
Oh how I missed it
My sweet bliss
More than I longed
For a sweet kiss
The blood is all gone
I want more
I know I should
Let this heal before
I start to carve
Once again
Digging into
My smooth skin
Resuming the trend
I cannot leave
It makes me happy
Yet leaves me to grieve
I cannot wait
To leave the world behind
And escape to the blackness
Of my mind