🥀 Its my Time

The tears have spilled past my eyes for countless hours,

My body is battered and beaten and bruised.

I did this to myself.

For what have I got to lose?

…

I can feel the pulse in my wrist and the pressure of my veins.

I'd like to stop it with a knife.

A single slice.

No more thumping from my wrist,

No more pressure from the little webs under my skin.

No more breathing from my lungs.

No more speaking from my tongue.

Cut it out.

Keep it.

Mount it.

Eat it.

I don’t care.

I was never there.

Just a body with a soul trapped inside.

Free me at last.

Just kill me.