Put on the baggie clothes, don't let them see the real me.
What can I shrink behind?
As you tear out my heart.
You do not see the pain.
You do not understand the pain.
We hide so you do not see the pain.
We cannot explain the pain and yet you ask us to.
There are the ones who say they understand, but they have not gone through this so how can they.
To cut out the pain, that is our goal.
The blade meets the skin.
It is cool as it touches the skin.
The blood drips down
The release is brief, but feels like heaven.