cut after cut after cut.
it never ends.
you start,
you can't stop.
it ends the suffering—
even for just a moment.
the pain trapped inside you gets released.
you see the blood,
realize you're alive.
you finally make it up from the pool of water.
or the flames of the fire finally stop.
even for just a moment,
you're freed.
you're alive.
you're okay.
YOU ARE READING
reality
Poetryi stole this idea from my good friend, @The_Chosen_Demidork -go follow her now! anyways this is some "slam poetry" or my daily thoughts.
