I want to feel that pain

Яна Физалова
I want to feel that pain.
I take my knife and draw
Long black stripes
On thin shaky arms.
But I don't feel it,
I don't feel it no more.

I need to feel that pain.
It's like I'm addicted to life.
My eyes can't see,
My lungs can't breathe
And the blood is still.
Why can't I feel?
Why can't I feel?

I hope to hear that rain.
I look out and it draws 
Long black stripes
On my pale cheeks.
But I don't feel it,
I don't hear it no more.

I need to hear that rain.
It's like I'm addicted to life.
My ears can't hear,
My lungs can't scream
And the blood is still.
Why can't I feel?
Why can't I feel?


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