The thing is,
Sometimes we don’t
realize we’ve been hit.
We don’t realize
we’ve been hit, until its already piercing into our physical bones.
Until its too late.
Until we’d rather
have the knife stuck inside, the pain of pressure.
Against having it removed,
for the burning sensation of blood loss.
Until torture becomes
better than loosing.
Until, pain becomes
better than the heat.
Until death…. becomes
better than defeat.
-effy
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