Pain is Real
Pain is the one thing that is real,
the one thing that I feel,
when everything else is dark and empty.
Those thin red lines on my wrists are not
scars of an addiction, or
scars of coping.
They are scars of feeling,
scars to rid myself of the numbness
When I tear my skin off it's not
because I have to.
It's because I want to.
I want that pain again
and again and again and again.
Just let me carve one more line