The pain has disappeared
I can’t feel it anymore
So I just watch
As my blood drips down to the floor
It slides from my finger tips
The blood still in my palm
The look on my face is blank, just perfectly calm
I think back on the pain I used to live for
The adrenalin rush to hide the blood
When I herd a knock on the door
I think back to the first day I cried with the pain
And I wish that it all still felt the same
But the pain is now gone
I’ve been cutting for too long
How do I control what I’m feeling inside?
When the one thing that helped
Left me empty with no pride
How do I change a habit that’s become a part of me?
I guess ill have to wait it out
So I can see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem