Relief

Pain.

It’s the first cut that hurts the
Most.
It’s the moment when that blade
Slices
Your wrist, that you realize it’s all
Over.

Pain,
Tears.

Your wrist is moist with
Blood and tears.
You carve the word
“Sorry”
Into your thigh.
The only sounds are your
Whimpers.

Pain,
Tears,
Addiction.

Because that’s what It is now,
Right?
A wicked addiction.

Pain,
Tears,
Addiction,
Numb.

Let the blood flush out all your
Struggle.
All your
Pain.
All your
Regret.
Let it drip until you feel
Nothing-
Again.

Pain,
Tears,
Addiction,
Numb,
Death.

The best angels are the ones with
A story written on their
Bodies.

Pain,
Tears,
Addiction,
Numb,
Death,
Relief.