Sting

by Nessa   Dec 14, 2006


She does it every night
and when she wakes in the morning
she hates herself for doing it
but then she realizes that its what keeps her alive
She needs the sting
the sting that brings tears of sadness and tears of happiness
for it is the only pain she controls
And that feeling of control is what keeps her going every morning but then every night
she must once again turn to her knife
but she doesn't this life
always having to resort to this
causes an inner fight which
just makes her hate herself even more
and sooner or later that fight will cause her to lose her life

- Dec 11 2006

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