Sometimes you just want to feel better. Sometimes you hurt and you just want the ailment to leave you. And so you take something sharp, in a drastic attempt, and you cut yourself open; you keep digging around inside, hoping to find what is causing the pain - so you can stitch yourself up, so you can finally begin to heal.
That's how I feel when I fight with someone I care about, someone I love; I'm cutting at them, desperate to make myself feel better, only to remember that I'm hurting myself. Cuz when you fight with someone you really do care about, you hurt when they do. Their tears are your own. And so as you hurt them, intentionally or not, you look down to find your own blood on the kitchen floor. You find that you're still aching and sore, still finding it hard to breath; now in a new, and totally different, way. And sometimes you second guess having taken action at all, if it was even necessary. You wonder if things would've gone better if they'd been left alone. You toss and you turn, doubting everything you've done; trying not to pull out the stitches you've finally put in place, to hold you together.
