For some, pain comes from a stranger place, yet can be noticed and read off a strangers face. It's easy to wash the guilt away I say, as I sway. I was told, "your life is shaped by the pain you feel", but they neglected how your life can be ruined by the way you heal. My soul is tarnished and stained with hurt, but you can't see the damage through my new t-shirt. It could be safe to say I'm not safe this way, day by day I decay. When I'm cut I laugh, when I bleed I smile.. it's no issue, the wounds are superficial, I need no tissue. I've never been one to pull punches, but the things I've done fuck with my conscience, even when I'm unconscious.. coincidence? Punches in bunches is what my father said.......R.I.P.