Isn't it insane
that mental
and physical
are so intertwined
through pain?
Slice your wrists
when you're numb
you won't feel a thing
If you are truly numb
a cut with a blade
is painless
then slowly
as the euphoria subsides
a dull throbbing begins
it's quiet at first
if you listen too hard
it's not there at all
then as the night goes on
and the high is gone
you feel everything
each slice
each word
and at that moment
all you want
is for the numb to return
Eventually
the wounds begin to heal
they don't hurt like they used to
And you are renewed
a blank canvas
null of emotion
and you pick up the blade again
for all that you want now is the pain to return
to paint your paper red
and to feel everything
once more;
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
Isn't it insane
that mental
and physical
are so intertwined
through pain?
Slice your wrists
when you're numb
you won't feel a thing
If you are truly numb
a cut with a blade
is painless
then slowly
as the euphoria subsides
a dull throbbing begins
it's quiet at first
if you listen too hard
it's not there at all
then as the night goes on
and the high is gone
you feel everything
each slice
each word
and at that moment
all you want
is for the numb to return
Eventually
the wounds begin to heal
they don't hurt like they used to
And you are renewed
a blank canvas
null of emotion
and you pick up the blade again
for all that you want now is the pain to return
to paint your paper red
and to feel everything
once more;
Relapsed again... now my clothes are soaked in blood and my mind is at rest...
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