SELF INFLICTED SUFFERING By Jasen Sousa

SELF INFLICTED SUFFERING


I starve myself
so I can hear my stomach growl.
Being comfortable, being content, being full,
is something I will never allow.

I slice sections of my skin
to understand pain.
I walk out of my house with my body covered in blood
waiting to be cleansed by rain.

Love cannot be a part of my life
if I write about broken hearts.
No imagination of a wife,
no dating, no dreaming, no hoping.

Self inflicted suffering,
I practice for the good of all humanity.
Think of it as my experiment
to see what causes insanity.




Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
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