They'll laugh about your
Preference to pain.
Fuck me harder;
Give me a blade;
Push the pain
Of the lighter farther,
It's all pretty much the same.
Drown your sorrows,
With a drink.
After you've hurt yourself
It's easier to think.
What they don't get is-
The pleasure from the pain
Feels like his
Touch on your body.
"I'm not hurting myself" I say,
Starring glassy eyed,
Revelling in the pain.
"I'm freeing myself"
From your constraints, I reveal.
Realising that they won't
Understand my ordeal.
But it's okay
You don't need to get it.
I didn't ask to be this way.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
Poetry// s o n d e r \\ - "the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" Life can be dark, cold and lonely. Feeling betrayed, misunderstood, chewed up and spat out by the world, its when I get sonder, that I...