after you have suffered
enough abuse
you learn
to listen
to your mind
to your impulse
to your intuition
and you realize
its going to hurt
and you remember,
you have felt that hurt
and every time
the hurt went away
faded to faintness
and finally forgotten
it took a while
but until you embraced
the clashing pain
the smash
of the withdrawal
the stab
of lies
got deeper and deeper
for ever
its scary as fuck to pull a knife
out of your belly
and you will bleed
you will bleed like holy hell
but the wound will close
eventually
unlike
if you just leave it there
stabbing
all day
every day
till the grave
grit your teeth
breath
be free
you are no ones sheath