• This pressure in my chest,
    I want it to cease.

    I want to runaway
    to never come back to this empty place.

    I want to scream,
    releasing the words I dare not speak.

    I want to cry,
    shedding the tears I'm fighting back.

    I want to forget,
    to never remeber that day.
    That day where I cried.
    The day I held in the words I should have spoken.
    Amnesia, I almost beg for it.
    Almost..

    I want to breathe my last breath,
    knowing that when I do I won't awake to pain.

    I want to bleed,
    letting the life flow from my wrists.

    I want to let go of this life,
    to start anew.