I want to run and never look back. All the pain. I want it to stop. I'm splitting apart hate and pain fill my body. I sit in this corner trapped I need to be free. The emotions make me rock back and forth back and forth. My mind filled with irritation. I can't run they would know. A splitting pain, this one physical, shoots through my hand. The emotions ease again and again I hack through the skin. I find my hand dripping blood. The blade in my right had hovers of the left wrist. the gashes in my arm spill over with red. It drips to the floor. Freedom Found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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