The Way I Made It Hurt
The first time I cut into my arm felt like the best thing in the world
The sharp blade piercing into my flesh
Feeling the tingle was so exhilarating
The first pool and then a flood of my very own blood felt like the most powerful thing
Like I was above everyone else
That was the only time I ever felt good about myself.
After a while, it just stopped working.
Each time I did it, I had to carve deeper and deeper,
Drawing more and more blood each time to feel anything.
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Question- "it felt like the best thing in the world" ...
In your poem you say " it felt like the best thing in the world" , what exactly is that?? i mean i understand to some extent why people use self-mutilation to feel things, but what is it that people feel from that, that they can find no where else??Im just trying to understand the un-understandable, is it to acataleptic for outsiders to understand??
"happiness shines in a cirle of ponies"..words to live by!
AHHHH!!!
Dang... isin't there something more powerful than cutting yourself... Anything?
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Credula vitam spes fovet et melius cras fore semper dicit - Credulous hope supports our life, and always says that tomorrow will be better. (Tibullus)