Torn
I can't see straight
I am bleeding and it hurts to think
I don't need stitches
Not yet
I need this pain
It's my anchor
It's my stretch of reality
I need the bleeding and the pain
Most don't like it
Most say they want to help me
But they aren't
They scream and taunt
They tell me what could go wrong
I know what could go wrong
I just don't care
The death would be welcome
Not suicide
Not that far
But if I were to die
I wouldn't care
I never did