although not visible,
give the greatest pain imaginable.
in my bloodied, war driven brain
i bleed diamonds,
ones sharp enough to cut to the center of the earth.
to the core of my being.
this brightness is overwhelming,
how many times can you look into the sun
before losing sight of what’s ahead of you,
and how many times can you look behind
before someone is there?
let me put it this way:
i don’t deserve life
when so many others need it more.
let me suffer.