I look down at my hand seeing a bruise form
I smile lightly
I must sound odd when i say this but
I love getting bruises
There are mnay reasons i love them
the different colors and sizes
Kind like us, humans
Were all different, it might be skin color
Or size
Maybe hair color, or eye color ?
Not all that matters
Its what we think;how we act
Thats what makes us all different
But bruises give me different pain
Light pain or a lot
But i enjoy all of it
Bruises are my way of feeling pain
Feeling alive
Knowing this is not a nightmare but
Reality
