I was waiting to bleed.

I was waiting to feel pain.

I was waiting for the pain to feel endless.

Pain doesn’t feel endless.

It feels numb.  Parts of it feels piercing, parts of it feel deep.

Good is good, and bad is bad –

We are weak in some areas, strong in others.

All pain is bearable, all numbness is noticeable.

Feeling something is a point to be made,

yet feeling nothing is a point to be made.

Make my day by expressing what you feel,

make me feel something.. by feeling.

Notice me.

Notice my problems.

Notice I’m not worth keeping

I’m not.

I will enrage you with feeling,

take it all away,

and say – I’m better on my own.

 

I’m better on my own.

 

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