Isn't it insane that mental and physical are so intertwined through pain?
Slice your wrists when you're numb you won't feel a thing If you are truly numb a cut with a blade is painless
then slowly as the euphoria subsides a dull throbbing begins it's quiet at first if you listen too hard it's not there at all
then as the night goes on and the high is gone you feel everything each slice each word and at that moment all you want is for the numb to return
Eventually the wounds begin to heal they don't hurt like they used to And you are renewed a blank canvas null of emotion and you pick up the blade again for all that you want now is the pain to return to paint your paper red and to feel everything once more;
Relapsed again... now my clothes are soaked in blood and my mind is at rest...