Pain is Real

Pain is the one thing that is real,

the one thing that I feel,

when everything else is dark and empty.

Those thin red lines on my wrists are not

scars of an addiction, or

scars of coping.

They are scars of feeling,

scars to rid myself of the numbness

inside

When I tear my skin off it's not

because I have to.

It's because I want to.

I want that pain again

and again and again and again.

Just let me carve one more line

or two.