Dit gedicht heb ik een tijdje geleden geschreven, naar aanleiding van m’n vriend.
[i]Is it satisfying, the dark, red blood on your skin?
Is it comforting, the sharp flash of pain in your body?
Are you feeling better right now, knowing that you can hurt yourself?
Does is completes you, finding out that you can hurt me as well?
Don’t you know that your pain means my pain, that your blood means my tears?
Don’t you understand that I feel useless, now knowing that I just can’t help you?
I wonder, what does you the most;
a knife in your arm, or my tears on you heart?
I question, what hurts the most?[/i]