I have an addiction...
To pain...
Not physical pain.
The pain that takes your breath away.
Completely.
You crawl up under yourself, rocking back and forwards, doing everything in your power not to scream from the full capacity of your lungs, trying to tell yourself that it's all gonna be alright, the voices are telling you it's your fault, with the adrenaline and panic reaching its limits. you feel the tears pressing on, and wait for them to dive down your rosey cheeks, as your heart explodes into a million pieces
You'll never feel more alive.
I can't explain why i almost need to feel this way. I crave to fill out the empty space i have inside. The truely heartbreaking pain is the only thing that seems to fix it..even if only for a while.. But my mind seems to have created a wall, that prevents me to act on my feelings - meaning i can't cry, have a melt down or do anything to let the burden of my shoulders - which prevents me to feel the innerly pain, i so deeply long for.. I feel the sadness and pain in my bones every second of every day.
I truly miss the pure power of pain.
But why do i feel this way?
Why can't i just be happy with the fact that my heart has learned to be okay?
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Tales
PoetryThis book is a collection of diffrend stories, in the same genre. It should also be noticed that chapter one is in danish, and chapter two is in english - and it will continue to be shortstorys written in danish or english.
