Tormented

Maybe I should cut myself open and see where it all went wrong.

Something must be wrong.

I know there's something wrong.

It hurts. Somewhere, it hurts.

I hear myself laugh- forcefully.

How can you tell that it hurts when you don't really know where it's all coming from?

How can I make others fix it when it's something even I can't understand?

I just know that there's something wrong with me.

I can't know exactly.

Everything feels so, so empty.

Or more like, there is no feeling at all.

Nothing.

Even the tears won't fall.

I want to cut myself.

Maybe I'll find out where it all went wrong.