Playt's Council

Scratch

It's all the little things in life that begin to be build up,

The confliction of emotions that threaten to seize me and erupt.

I don't feel the pain,

Even as I cut dangerously close to my vein.

Everything freezes and sort of goes numb,

I watch unblinkingly as the blood runs down my thumb.

A satisfied smile creeps over my face,

A mad like ecstasy is unleashed to give chase.

This is my nirvana and I know it's insane,

But it's a safe hold inside that shields me from all the pain.

Later when im asked 'what's that,'

I'll reply with a brave smile, it's just a scratch from the cat.