I confess...
I like the pain of bruises.
The multi-color on my body.
The random spots that appear.
I like pushing on them.
Feeling an ache on my skin,
to distract me from other emotional pain.
Seeing these bruises,
makes me feel strong,
when I know I am truly weak.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
I confess...
I like the pain of bruises.
The multi-color on my body.
The random spots that appear.
I like pushing on them.
Feeling an ache on my skin,
to distract me from other emotional pain.
Seeing these bruises,
makes me feel strong,
when I know I am truly weak.
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