Pain is beautiful.
Or, it is not.
But I like the pain,
I really do.
When I cut in my arm,
I feel joy.
A lot of joy,
It is the same felling,
like when you are in love.
Your heart beat faster, and faster.
Your problems are gone,
And it feels good.
But only in a few seconds,
Your problems come back to you.
Nothing lasts forever.
