Pain. Seems like nothing nowadays. Pain is pain. A papercut just seems to hurt a lot more than a slice to the thigh. Now, I know what must be running through your mind. You're thinking; how can cutting your own skin open, on purpose, hurt less than accidentally giving yourself a papercut? Now, let me ask you this; do you ever lay in bed at night, and have voices screech negative things to you? If answered with a no then you have no connection and therefore cannot understand. If yes, have you ever done something to ease the voices? You have now? Okay, so me purposefully hurting myself is what I do to attempt at feeling better. Nobody worries about it in the spur of the moment, what happens afterwards is what really can stress someone. Hiding. You have to hide them for as long as they can, preferably until they scar up. These crimson, scabbed lines, just lay there. The scary thing is, they don't hurt. None of them. My body is so numb that a stub of the toe brings tears to my eyes, yet a form of self harm relieves me. I can finally be free, even if it's only until the bleeding stops. Some time is better than no time.
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To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
