Why is the sweet touch of a blade
Sweeter than a
Memory of my beautiful loving father
Why is the emptiness of my stomach
More filling
Than the thought of being happy
Why is the burn of a scratch caused but my nails
Better than feeling anything
Why is the truth you tell yourself
Worse than the sweet lie you hear
Why is the sweet covers of a sheets
More loving than friends
Why is the silent scream of pain
Coming for me every day
Why do i feel so much ******* pain
Every day is pain and more pain and more pain
But why