my pain


Some people hate it

Avoid it heavily

Others enjoy it

Seek it out

I myself am the latter

Physical pain

I can control

Can choose when it happens

The opposite of emotional

The pain that’s inside me

That i really don’t like

I just got used to it

I accept it as part of me

As who i am

Alex Wolf

The fucked up mess

Alex Wolf

The disappointment

Alex Wolf

The suicidal boy

Alex Wolf

Body covered in red

“Sorry for the mess”

The note will say

“Good riddance”

The people will say


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