Sitting alone with only midnight as my company,
I try to be strong like the world predicts I am,
but it is when nobody is watching that I begin to give in.
I've been facing withdrawal a lot lately,
tracing my shallow scars with my fingertips -
trying to remember the sting of the pain from each cut.
Deep exhales drown out the echoing voices in my mind
as I slice a nerve, creating enough blood to flood the oceans.
Sitting alone,
waiting for regret to sweep over my mind,
only this time it doesn't come.
I used to ask myself how I could feel this much pain inside
and still be alive each day,
but I never seemed to find the answer until tonight.
I guess I realised that the emotional pain in life
will always hurt more than any physical pain ever could.
