Bleeding Pain

The pain is constant; it floods

from my heart and fills my whole

being.  It is more than I can bear

and it makes me want to end it

no matter what.  The pain is

overwhelming and I think that even

death would be better than this hurt.

But I don’t want to die; this is what

I think as I slice with a razor

blade, just a fine cut that allows

the bright red pain to ooze from

my veins and the pressure is

not so bad.  I know, as the cut heals,

the pain will return.  Now, I

know how to ease it at least for a moment.


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