Since a couple of people enjoyed my last poem, maybe they'll enjoy this one just as much.

Warning: Includes the cutting of skin

Throbbing

Glass shattered,
Blood was smeared.
A cut in my arm,
Was greatly feared.

I tried again,
It felt to right.
Until it hurt.
Just that one night.

My blood flowed,
My arm throbbed.
And when it stopped,
I cried and sobbed.