dark yet colourful;

a little more than the usual.

i’m trying to be normal, but i am snapping at every attempt.

make me stand at the edge

whistle the wind to blow me away.

ask the fellow freak to push me,

SEE ME: UNTOUCHED

tight yellow ropes scars my hands

it stings like hell, yet it felt nothing better.

just watched my hands shake from fear, from anger- and yes! happiness!

EVERY breath hurts,

but i have always been a masochist.

pain is a twin of triumph,

sorrow the mother of glee.