There is no wound on the surface of the skin can compare to a poke of a fingertip on your brain. Impossible as it is seen, but hypothetical real. I have no friend other than Pain,  whom for years has caressed my mind and numbed my soul to  an instance I was left with no option but to submit to her. All my life. Here I am stumbling through my memory Vine with red grapes bleeding and I am trying to go down to the day we begun our relationship. I can't find a trail. She haunts me everynight like she is supposed to put me to sleep but give me insomnia instead. She is so obsessed with me. She doesn't knock on her way inside my brain to tell me how I should dig my grave and lay myself to sleep. She runs through my veins that I cut often, my blood clots as always. Pain tells me to tie a slipknot but fails me every episode is unfinished. This friendship will never finished.