Different pain

some pain

doesn't leave bruises

or bloodstains

only silence

and the echo

of a breaking heart

so I carved the sadness

into my skin

because I needed

the kind of pain

that doesn't

lie

quietly

I wasn't trying

to end it

just

to escape it

for a second

a breath

a moment

where my mind

didn’t win

and maybe that’s

the cruelest part—

how something

so wrong

can feel like

relief

but I’m still here

and I hope

you are too.