At First I Thought
At first I thought the pain was brought on by the wounds I inflict.
But with every cut I knew.
With every cut I felt.
And with every cut I understood.
The pain is not brought on by the wound, for the pain has always been there.
Seeded by those who sought to hurt me.
And now I know, something much more.
Something that cant be told, but felt.
I’ll make them understand.
I’ll make them feel.
And when im done, they’ll wish they were dead.
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