Challenging myself not to cry
Only when it's raining I feel the urge to cry, so I lock myself in that room while its already midnight, just to hear vehemently the Pitter-patter And oh god it feels good somehow So I try so hard to romanticize this moment I no longer crave the ability to describe my emotions But I'd rather read a book than calling a friend with that quavering voice. But it's hard to read when you are teary-eyed Pain Pain More pain The melancholy of this unending pain... Thinking of a way to make it stop I call it self-harm Scratch my skin and cut it just to see if I can still feel anything in this pathetic life But I feel nothing at all as I watch my crimson blood fall I score my skin, deeper and deeper, push the knife in nothing..... not even a sting...absolutely nothing My lips are parched, my throat is dry, and my breath is coming out in slow deliberate long breaths. My mind stays warped, damaged, and tainted. The edges of my eyes hurt from too much rubbing. My h...