With the pleasure I find in pain.
My soul weeps
Of the relief and stress I’ve found.
My mind aches
In chaos of simple complications.
I am twisted,
Torn as the insanely intelligent are.
To cut,
Is a horrible thing.
Horribly beautiful
As I watch my pains,
The tortures I cry out silently of,
Slipping away from me,
Out of my life,
Down onto the cold, cement floor.
And as I smile sadly upon
The mess of life,
My heart bleeds
With the pleasure I find in pain.
Age 15