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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