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Pain

Everything hurts. . .
My entire right side.
My arms, shoulders, back and side.
This pain is made up of invisible bruises.
Of silent tears.
And broken promises.
Just smile.
Pretend it doesn't hurt.
I did it to myself in the end.
No use blaming someone else.
I threw the first punch.
It was self-defense.
That's what they'll say.
It's what they deserve to say.
They didn't hurt me.
Look at my arms. . .

All I do (afterall) is hurt myself.

So when the pain comes back.
It means nothing.
Just shake it off.
Let it go.
It'll be over soon.
Bruises all heal eventually.
Scars may never fade.
The pain they caused will eventually go away.
But the pain I did to myself, that will forever stay.
And there is nothing I can do. . .
Nothing I can prove. . .
Everything is hurting. . .
But it'll be okay.
Just smile.
And pretend it all away.
It'll be alright.

It's hurting. . .
I'm sorry-- Nevermind.
I'm fine.

That was just me breathing again.
Breathing in the pain.
Taking a deep breath.
Exhaling--
Starting it all again.

Smile.
I'm fine.
Can't you tell?
Nothing's hurting anymore.
There are no bruises here.
Just a girl with scars across her wrists.
Must've did it herself, yes?
Yes.
She did it herself.

She is the cause of all her pain.
Oh, look at that there she goes. . .

Breathing it in and asking for it.

Again.