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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Poems & Songs
- Published: 12/14/2023
A gash.
Bleeding red.
Drip
drop
drip
drop.
When it first makes contact,
searing pain rips through your body,
jolting you alive,
making you more awake than you’ve ever been awake.
Then the throbbing of the wound
reverberates through every inch of your body,
like tsunamis, crashing, ripping,
and tearing your very nerves apart.
Raw.
Raw pain.
Breathe.
You need to breathe.
Yet the pain is suffocating,
clamming your throat up,
threatening to choke you with your tears.
Resist.
Resist the pain.
Trap your mind in an empty blank void.
Think nothing of the pain.
The pain is nothing.
Compared to other people’s wounds,
this tiny gash is nothing.
You.
Are.
Nothing.
You are the void.
And the void is you.
You don’t feel pain.
The void doesn’t feel pain.
Pain does not exist.
Repeat.
Repeat until the pain fades into a dull tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
What is pain? Nothing.
Why feel pain when it doesn’t exist? Nothing.
Which is pain? Nothing.
When will I feel pain? Nothing.
How does pain feel? Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Pain is nothing.
This small of the wound,
shan’t hurt me.
I am fine.
Wound.(A_Thousand_Sighs)
A gash.
Bleeding red.
Drip
drop
drip
drop.
When it first makes contact,
searing pain rips through your body,
jolting you alive,
making you more awake than you’ve ever been awake.
Then the throbbing of the wound
reverberates through every inch of your body,
like tsunamis, crashing, ripping,
and tearing your very nerves apart.
Raw.
Raw pain.
Breathe.
You need to breathe.
Yet the pain is suffocating,
clamming your throat up,
threatening to choke you with your tears.
Resist.
Resist the pain.
Trap your mind in an empty blank void.
Think nothing of the pain.
The pain is nothing.
Compared to other people’s wounds,
this tiny gash is nothing.
You.
Are.
Nothing.
You are the void.
And the void is you.
You don’t feel pain.
The void doesn’t feel pain.
Pain does not exist.
Repeat.
Repeat until the pain fades into a dull tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
What is pain? Nothing.
Why feel pain when it doesn’t exist? Nothing.
Which is pain? Nothing.
When will I feel pain? Nothing.
How does pain feel? Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Pain is nothing.
This small of the wound,
shan’t hurt me.
I am fine.
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