It’s All Good

Ha.
There.
Here comes the blood.
Flowing.
God, that feels so good.
Relieving.
I'm forgetting.
Forgetting about all the pressures of school,
of family,
of friends.
Of old friends.
Of old crushes,
of old loves.
Of stalking.
Of the hatred.
The hatred that you feel for the people there.
The hatred spread among your friends.
The hatred of other people for you.
The hatred that is all around.
But the blood flow lets you forget that.
At least temporarily.
So it's good.
It's all good.