the pain shows me I'm still here
alive,
breathing,
feeling
even though I don't want to be.
but I can control it
for once I'm in charge of the hurting
its relief from reality
as I feel stress escaping,
seeping out of my skin
I even imagine my sadness leaving through the wounds,
but it always comes back.
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It Started With A Whisper
PoetryThis is the first part of my poetry collection. All written by me.
