Free
I slide the knife over the tender skin of my wrist.
I want to be free.
A shallow cut opens up.
I will be free.
I dig deeper and pain emerges, the color and consistency of blood.
I am free.
hmm... did anyone like it? i haven't ever done this nor do i really know anyone who has so i have no idea what i'm doing, feedback would be nice if it isn't good enough for that i don't mind... or maybe i will...