Pain so perfect,
Pain so real,
Pain so horrible,
Pain to help me feel.
As I slip from my body,
Under the mounting strain,
It feels so funny that my body,
Would want nothing to do with my brain.
So I leave the party just as the yelling screams,
The voices come out to play,
I feel like a voyeur watching some horrible act,
But this is nothing new; it’s all the same.
No one to trust with this,
No one to tell,
I don’t want to be labeled crazy,
I don’t want to endure anymore of this hell.
Colors fade and my soul reaches further
For the undeniable,
I always fall short,
And end up back in this body, so breakable.
Pain brings me back,
These bright red lines,
Or these swollen burns,
Pain becomes life defined.
It gives me feeling,
It gives me death,
It gives me hope,
It gives me breath. |
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