The pain doesn’t make me cry anymore.
When I hear her name from you
and see your face light up at the sound of her voice
It hurts me
but less, as I am
Saturated with the Morphine
made of time.
The longer I force the clock to tick backwards,
the duller the pain becomes-
some days, I can tune it out
by drowning myself in
Alcohol and Drugs.
By now, I think the knives are just a part of me-
Everyone knows that the first step to remedy
Is to accept the pain.
This case of Stockholm syndrome
Is the sickest joke of it all
As I turn to you for pain
To stop the pain, claiming that
the good of you outweighs the bad.