No One Ever Ask Me

I saw the cuts cuts across her arms across her wrists I explained to her that the numbness not only in mind but the unfeeling flesh gave rise to the need for others to feel your pain and learning I listened there was no fear no fear of dying, relying on no other that would not profit from the pain that you felt that they could not of it she said was why she felt nothing about sex his long sharp knife carving curving in, curving out transferring the pain to the knife once again hoping, holding it in, it flowing out like the tears never shed they expected you to shed broken open the locked chest kept hidden from her self that the world had no right to see.