My knuckles have cracked.
I know
I should clean away the blood,
tape up the broken parts,
but it's so hard to.
I just
want to pick away the scabs
so maybe I won't feel the pain.
And
I know
I should stop,
because pretty soon
I'll need to go at it again.
That wall
won't break itself.
I can only hope
that it breaks before I do.
//Inspired by iamdivergent1abc //
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