Free At Last
I need an escape, all of this pain bottled up inside of me.
Tears waiting to burst out.
I've cried a river, but there's still an ocean left.
Hurt and confused.
Life is a living hell, can't you see?
I kiss the blade of my enemy.
Plunge it across my body, quick, short slashes does the trick.
The ocean has started to flow again, this time out of my wounds.
The pain has ended.
Sprawled out on the floor i see a lifeless body, free from this world at last.
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