it's getting bad again....

pain

there are nights when you feel like your being ripped apart,
by your own beating heart.

so you curl into a ball,
you don't dare to make a sound.
for if they knew....

your world would surely burn. 

does the pain ever end?

during the day...you ignore it.
bottling up your feelings deep inside.

at night these feelings make themselves known, 
tearing you to shreds, filling you with dread

you watch as your hands shake
fingers curling around a blade.

you feel so much emotionally...
that you have to make it stop

the pain is too much, so you press the knife
against your soft, fragile skin
and feel the coolness of the blade
breaking through....

pain isn't a choice...its a reminder that you're alive