Pain

The blood dripping down,
My wounded wrists,

And the pain,
Of the heart and soul,

Has known me too long,
Like an old friend.

Hence I smile,
In the face of hurt,

And welcome it,
With open arms,

To overwhelm me,
Change me,

And mould me,
Into someone new.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s