Angler (10, July 2013)

I do miss the warmth,
Of pain leaving my body,
With edges just enough.
That's what I need,
That's what I want.
But I can't no more;
Reasons unknown.
Maybe because no one will care.

I want to hurt
Either me or a masked being.
Something needs to feel,
For I feel sorry,
Brought from frustration,
And insecurities.
No misery,
No pain,
Just sorrow and joy.

Feels so odd,
To linger so long.

Am I tired?
I don't know.
Can I move?
I don't know.
Can I speak?
I don't know.
Can I leave?
I don't know.
I don't want to.
I just need to be me,
A horrible shit.
That's me,
That's all I'll ever be.