The Pain Is Not Real
Sometimes it's just too easy to tell........
The pain is not real
I tell myself not to listen
It’s not an important feeling
I don’t suffer
I don’t get hurt
Not really
Only in my mind
And only on my body
My skin cracks
My wounds cry
Then they shut up
And turn to scars
My arms, my legs
My feet, my head
Will never be alright again
Someday I might stop
Someday it might be enough
But for now
This is my way of living life
Right beside my desk
Inside a timber box
I keep the knifes
I use to kill my pain
Each night is a struggle
Me against my will
I usually lose
I tell myself not to listen
It’s not an important feeling
I don’t suffer
I don’t get hurt
Not really
Only in my mind
And only on my body
My skin cracks
My wounds cry
Then they shut up
And turn to scars
My arms, my legs
My feet, my head
Will never be alright again
Someday I might stop
Someday it might be enough
But for now
This is my way of living life
Right beside my desk
Inside a timber box
I keep the knifes
I use to kill my pain
Each night is a struggle
Me against my will
I usually lose
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