Gedichte
Pain (english)

Wanna hurt you,

can only hurt myself.

Wanna torture you,

can only torture myself.

Wanna break things,

Can only break myself.

Blood, pain, screams,

privilege of living.

I know the pain of cutting.

The burning sensation of the knife.

When I cut my wrist,

When I cut my shoulder,

When I cut my leg.

Every time it’s a different kind of pain.

And still similar.

I know the pain of scratching the skin.

I know the pain of biting my arm.

I know so many kinds of pain.

But I wanna know how it feels

to cut the skin of the neck,

to be cut by someone else,

by someone I hate,

by someone I love.

Pain for pleasure,

Pain to punish,

To break the silence,

To break myself.

Leaving a beautiful pattern, you want to hide and show at the same time.