Pain

I sometimes drive too fast
To feel a pinch of fear.
I sometimes abuse my Best Friend
To observe how to feels to hurt a 'dear'.

At times I cut my hand,
And allow the running water to fall on my wound,
To feel the burning sensation of pain,
That cannot be expressed in words or sound.

I sometimes shut the car-door on my hand,
And watch the blood gushing through me,
I love to trouble myself and check,
How it feels to suffer and bleed.

I sometimes pinch myself so hard,
That my nails pierce the skin.
Breathing stops and eyes close,
To let tolerate the pain, so true and rose.

I even throw a stone on my bare feet,
And rejoice the spasm produced.
This sends a wave of distress through the body,
And changed the relaxed facial expressions to numbness, too gaudy.

Once I tried to hang myself from the fan
To experience the suffocation so intense.
Once I dipped my face in water for minutes,
To get choked to death.

This is no abnormality, trust me.
It happens when the world shuts you in a dark room where you cannot see,
When every mortal has rejected you firm,
And in utter agony and misery you're churned.