Pain

You cant control any pain
except for the cuts on your arms
you cant do anything
without causing self harm

You have things to get you through the day
they're called razors and pills
You still wont listen to me
even after i told you those things kill

Your body cant feel anymore
it only feels those things
and their aftershock stings

They ask you who you are
You tell them your name
I am no except
your hurtful pain