~ Liberation ~ Poem by Ally Tenebrae

Something so eerily liberating about watching it happen.
As if watching the blood pour from my wrists is the only way I can tell I'm still alive.
That as I bleed, all the things I've done, the things I've said, the things I've felt.
Are all so small and insignificant.
Helping me forget the pain all around me.
And focusing only on the pain, the sting, the burning of my wrists.
Not hurting myself.
But, freeing myself.
From self servitude, from my own bondage.
Making these chains all on my own.
This pain..
This love...
It's what i call home.