pain is white
and searing
and vengeful
and cruel
and it hits below the belt
- always
and it hurts
so much
it's like when you are walking about in the dark
on a cold morning
and then you stub your toe
for a moment
you
are
suspended
in a world of your own
and then it's a right hook
and a left
and a right again
you are reeling
but pain doesn't care
it holds nothing back
lets it rip
leaves you bloody and bruised
but it doesn't stop
and then ...
a turning point
you see why
so you take it on the chin
and you join in
your mind is a little Ed Norton
you are your own fight club
you like pain
it was all a misunderstanding
pain is your friend
long lost friend
you realise
you have a war (cry) in you
just waiting
this is nothing new
I have always liked picking at my scabs
just to see how much they'll bleed
that's why
today morning
after the freak hailstorm
I opened the little blue box
to look inside
didn't make me feel any better
I just like picking at my scabs
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