Why do I do it?
I don’t know
There’s something comforting about
the pain reminding you, you can feel
Breaking the unbearable numbness
The all-consuming nothing that feels like
When your mind tells you, you are
Who do you believe?
Or those who don’t really know you?
They will never know me
If they did, they would understand
They would see why I must go
That’s why I do it until the pain is too much
Because I deserve it
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