Tassie's Pain
Blood everywhere, watching it trickle down my hand;
My heart beating faster:
Pain is love...
Pain is feeling, feeling of hurt coursing through my body
Captivating me... invigorating in its own sense;
Pain is lovely...
Love is pain and pain is love but its pain to my body and my body is my temple,
And its bleeding from the inside...
Cutting it felt like an escape but it was doing the opposite,
Kind of like locking myself out and throwing away the key
Pain is adrenaline,
That never ending rush that never satisfy
But where does pain come from?
Why does it never end? Will it never end?
Pain is amazing,
It's like rotten grapes, but isn't that what wine really is? They say that's good for me, pain must be good too,
So I am shivering, head down in the sink,
A razor in my sights, with my hand shaking like its got Parkinson's
Cut....
Painfully sweet...
Pain is home
A home I built on the sand
Sand that is being blown away by my cries of hurt
Home is where my heart is
Meaning my pain is pumping hurt throughout my body
Razor still in hand, with the blood is draining down the sink
I raise it higher; thinking one slice of the jugular will end it all
The continuous pain
Cut....
I survived
poem by Lusekelo Simwela
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