So I punched the wall again.
For the first time In two months.
The bruises were completely gone just last month.
It was a smart choice I’d say.
The wall was an antidote
And my hand was poison
That I was going to use for them.
Do you know what pain looks like?
It looks like the look in your beautiful mother’s eyes when she’s looking at you.
It looks like the words your father yells at you.
It looks like you singing Sufjan Stevens’ The Only Thing to the all smashed-up package of cigarettes in your hand.
It looks like the god **** bruises on your **** knuckles.
It looks like the ******* scars on your ******* arms that they think are ridiculous.
But it’s not ugly.
Pain is a blessing.
Because it lets you know you’re still human.
Even though everyone treats you like you’re not.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
So I punched the wall again.
For the first time In two months.
The bruises were completely gone just last month.
It was a smart choice I’d say.
The wall was an antidote
And my hand was poison
That I was going to use for them.
Do you know what pain looks like?
It looks like the look in your beautiful mother’s eyes when she’s looking at you.
It looks like the words your father yells at you.
It looks like you singing Sufjan Stevens’ The Only Thing to the all smashed-up package of cigarettes in your hand.
It looks like the god **** bruises on your **** knuckles.
It looks like the ******* scars on your ******* arms that they think are ridiculous.
But it’s not ugly.
Pain is a blessing.
Because it lets you know you’re still human.
Even though everyone treats you like you’re not.
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