Yechiel

The Pain of Living

Copyright, Yechiel

the pain of living over rides the joy of life to the point where joy does not exist,
no one can understand me and the cure to my illness, the joy of cutting one that i cannot resist,
the dreams have ended and only reality consists,
the drugs sooth me from my emotional bagage, help is all i insist
i am a masacistic who injures in order to still feel alive,
may the pain of living end when i die,
dissociation from my peers, loneliness and pressure the reality of alienation,
changed metamorphically from seeing myself as one of those stars, to my ancient
phase of cutting and i cant help to know that people can see my scars

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