I feel pain
It weighs so much
On my shoulder
I want to lift the pain
So I write a letter
To whom I don't know
Those who read
I will never know
I hang the letter
On a wall in the kitchen
I go to the bathroom
I try to lift the pain
With a scratch
On each wrist
I bring pain with me
I feel better
When the pain
Is gone
l.m
I read the poem over and over again that I forgot how many times I did it. My jaw dropped as I tried to consume the meaning of this poem.
I wish this was only about a lame movie he watched. I had a guess. But I kept wishing that I had guessed wrong.