I can't feel the pain of the blade,
As it sinks into my skin,
I wonder if it should hurt,
But what if it's really not supposed to,
All I feel is the numbness,
As it makes its way up my arm,
But shouldn't the numbness be pain?
Or maybe that's just in my head,
I found cuts on my neck,
And wondered how they got there,
I don't remember grabing a razor,
Or even a knife at that,
I found more cuts on my wrist,
But don't remeber a thing,
It scared me for a second,
But then I realized they didn't hurt,
No stinging, or sharp pains,
It made me mad at myself,
Because I wanted to feel it for once,
Maybe I am just here to wait to feel my pain,
I'm numb as I've said before,
The blade sinks in but all I do is shake,
No winces or screams,
But just the dead stare I've worn for so long,
And now you know why you found me dead,
Only because I wanted to see if it'd hurt,
But what I realized was that it didn't,
At least not me.
Please tell me what you think
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the last line si tto short, but otherwise the rhythm is evn and rthe poem is good
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