Simplistic Pain
Alone in mind, and alone in life.
My existence is so simple, so close to a knife.
The sharpness of a razor so therapuedic to me.
It comfort and consoles because alone I will be.
Surrounded by people yet on the edge of it all.
Pain overwhelms and to the ground I will fall.
No one understands the agony I feel.
I am no one to see and my pain is REAL.
by
MrNobodyposted on 04/15/2007
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