When You Pull On A Hangnail It Starts Bleeding

“Sometimes it feels

Like I am the undead,

A decaying body

Kept alive by a head

That is absent of thoughts,

Knowing nothing but pain

Until I can feast

On a life once again.

Some people despise me

For they think I’m a devil,

Depraved, dirty, lesser,

And not on their level.”

The doctor just smiled

And he asked me again:

“How much does it hurt,

From a 1 to a 10?”

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