Pain.
Endless pain.
At least that's how I feel.
And I don't know what to do about it.
I have an idea of how to rid myself of the pain.
Many people have tried it before.
Some have failed.
I most likely won't be one to fail.
Failure isn't accepted.
It never was.
If I try, I must exceed.
If I cut, it must be deep enough to cause fatal damage.
The scars aren't visible and i know i need help but the more scars appear the more i know that my pain isn't over.
I can't stand the numbness that overwhelms me.
I cant bare to listen to the insults any longer.
it hurts.
everywhere.
it aches and breaks if you try to get close.
and yet i sit here and subject myself to the hurt.
to the pain.
the excruciating insults.
Endless pain.
I have to swallow the pills. Or else I'm a failure.
Three... Two... One...
...Bliss.