Pain Ends


I cried for days at a time,
Furled into a ball,
Trying ways to be sublime.

Pin pricks in the skin,
Needles with memories,
Killing me from within.

Burning haze of my life,
I could hardly see,
But still won't use the knife.

Pain ends.

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