pain raises its hand because it has
no one else to hold
but i cannot bring it upon myself to leave it alone
blood,bruises, it doesn’t matter
i would chase the bullet
confusion would pulse through my attacker
i would fill my lungs with beautiful flowers
so pretty
but now i can’t breathe
so so pretty
and i can’t find the reason for my cravings
but i try to find it everyday
when i scream into the darkness
or bite my tongue so hard it draws blood
when i carve poetry into my hips
it’s the wanting
the yearning for a feeling
maybe if i feel pain
it can validate my sadness
but i can’t breathe
and i am so
pretty