all thumbs
I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real. The needle tears a hole. The old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything. What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar’s chair. Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear. You are someone else. I am still right here.
