funny the way pain works isn’t it?
The way it doesn’t hurt to hurt yourself
But when someone else does it, it more than just smirks.
The rush that we get
from a knife and a slit
Can relieve the pain of the day
But a harsh word just may
Ruin that day
And make that slit much larger
It’s not the physical pain thats hard to deal with
A bruise or a cut will heal soon if
We treat it the way we should
But the words and the thoughts
From our heads do so rot
Inside of our soul forever
A prick there a cut here, its all the same thing to me
What I can’t deal with is the fact that I’m still with this person I’ve come to be
Because they have meds for your body
They have creams for your skin
But I’ve yet to see, a drug that can be
The difference between happy and sad
The thoughts that I think
Have long been in sync
With the pain that I feel in my head.