It's like a thousand needles piercing you're skin,
And the closer it gets the deeper they go.
Relieving all the emotional pain,
Taking you're mind off of everything that hurts,
Except the needles digging deeper into you're skin.
It's unlike any pain you've ever felt,
like you're skins going to explode.
You can stand it,
Just close your eyes,
Breath deep,
And consider it something you need,
Something like drugs,
Something that can take away everything that mattered in the past,
All the pain and suffering gone.
It's my momentary fix.
It gets me by when nothing else will.
Everyone thinks "it's bad, it hurts you"
"you're crazy"
I'm categorized "You'll regret it later."
But i look at it as, there will be no later if i don't survive now.
I'm not crazy.
I'm refined.
I'm not insane
I'm deep and I'm me.
But not crazy.
Just different.
