I sit in a tunnel of darkness,
waiting on some kind of pain.
No matter who or where it comes from.
I just want to feel anything.
I reach out to people,
no to help or to hold,
but set myself up
to feel the pain I long for,
to feel the thorn slowly twist in my side.
I pick at the scabs
to bring back pain I never felt
to relive my greatest worst moments.
I lock myself in a cage,
not to restrict, but you restrain.
I sip my favorite posion,
I sink in my favorite state of numbness.
I no longer live to live,
but I live to die,
to feel my favorite feelings.
Emptiness, darkness, and numbness.
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