A/N This is a Freddy/Zach slash. Don't like, don't read. It's like a poem thingy. First story/poem, so be nice:) Please r/r, I'll give you cookies:) Freddy's POV. Rated for cutting, boy/boy lovin', 1 swear and I guess sort of taking drugs.

Disclaimer: I don't own, obviously. If I did Freddy and Zach would be so much gayer! Come on they're meant for each other! ;)

Pain…why?

Why do I do it?

Why do I cut myself?

Why am I so depressed?

Why do I love him so much?

Why do I feel the pain?

Why?

Pain…I taste the cigarette ash in my mouth.

I taste the alcohol.

I taste the stale air.

I taste the throw up.

I taste the blood.

I taste him, or how I imagined he would be like.

I taste the pain.

Pain…the freezing cold of the knife pressed against my wrists,

The searing heat as the knife digs into my skin.

The cold numbing my hands,

The heat of the blood trickling down my arm.

The cold as unconsciousness takes over me,

The heat of his picture in my head before I black out.

The cold in my heart.

Pain…he found out,

He comforted me,

He helped me through the pain.

He kissed me softly,

He kissed me fiercely.

He loves me.

He made the pain go away.

Pain…the pain is gone,

The mental pain,

The physical pain,

The emotional pain.

The pain in my heart is gone,

The pain in his heart is gone.

The pain is all gone away.

Pain…it's all gone, thanks to Zach, he said that I, Freddy Jones, did it myself. Modest little fuck. I love him. He made the pain go away.

Pain…gone.

A/N Well? R/R please. Flames amuse me so bring em' on! I'll probably just stare at all the pretty colors. But please be nice, first ficcy!