Solitary

My left knuckle is badly hurt.
But I like it that way.
The painful sensation tingles.
It makes me feel alive.
The sore of it keeps me wanting more.
I want to hurt it more.
But too many things are holding me back.
Next time, I'm a goner.
My emotions would roam this void.
I'm just waiting.

one single red rose♥

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