i feel nothing.
i feeling nothing so i cause something to happen so maybe i will feel.
i fuck with hearts and minds.
i skin the innocence away from children and watch them drown in their sorrows as i sit and watch in my own puddle of disappointment.
i weirdly enjoy the only feeling i have left.
pain.
the only thing i will remember. the only thing i see. taste. touch. hear. smell is pain.
i like the pain.
the pain of my sweet sharp friend running across the disgusting layer of dying cells I call skin.
it doesn't help it just makes me happy.
when i do things to my body it hurts.
but i like to think that i've always felt this pain so i am used to it.
so I will continue to slit the thing that protects others from seeing the real me because i need to.
