The Sweetness of Pain

The small blade pressed into thigh

It draws a tear of blood

They all think I am crazy

They think I need help

But what they don't understand,

The sweetest, most humane feeling,

is the split second of pure pain and vulnerability 

The only thing that makes me believe I am human

The only thing that makes me believe I am not ruthless

Is the moment moment of regret after the pain

The proof that  can hurt

The evidence that I am not so different

I start 3 inches lower

And I press the small, sharp blade into my thigh

The End

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