Do you ever close your eyes and listen?
The yelling,
The stomping,
The crying,
The thudding,
The banging,
The screaming.
The thorn in your side,
Making you wonder why
You try to try.
Never enough.
Do you ever compare pain to a rose?
Pain is in a neat little present.
The thorns are in
The pretty little bush.
At first it's lovely.
Then a thorn hits you.
You jump back,
But the more you struggle,
The more you hurt.
Like quicksand.
******* you in
As if you don't have to deal
With everything else.
Do you ever want to hurt?
To feel how others do?
To take a knife
And ram it into your throat?
To take a rope
To put it a round your neck and hang?
To take a gun,
Put it to your head
And make the last shot?
I do.
Ever since eleven.
Ever since my life crumbled into ash
And into the void of sorrow.
Do you ever dream
Of living and dying?
I do.

-3nwlry