These paper cuts are the reminders that I'm still alive
that I still feel pain that isn't in my head.
To feel an ache outside your heart,
rushing the blood through your body.
A strange reassurance.
My brain gets the signal that something isn't right.
To the source of the pain, to fix it.
My body works wonders.
My body is wonderful.
If this could work like on my mind.
If my brain could rush to the source of the pain and work endlessly to fix it,
to avoid infection.
But the problem is in my mind,
my brain receives an error message.
A problem that cannot be fixed without rebooting.
These paper cuts give me a strange comfort,
that I am alive.
And make it seem okay,
that something so small,
can hurt so much.