Humerus

[supremelineage]

A wise man admits he knows nothing,
but I feel so dumb
that I do not know so much,
though.
Foolishly I feel around in the dark
for a shape to lean on
or my elbow to smart,
so I can get that tingly feelings
that sparks me to know
that I am alive.
Isn't it funny
that I need pain
to gain the reassurance
that I breathe?
I need hysteria to know
that I need?
I need to know,
but I know nothing-
except that I bleed.
Or at least try to.