My Freedom

A drop of crimson liquid runs down my wrist, and causes ripples in a pool of my discarded blood.

I scream out in constant pain, but no-one hears it, as i do not make a sound.

I don't care for anything anymore, and i only ask one thing.

Please, Please end my suffering.

But now i ask nothing, as i found a way to end all pain, all suffering, all thoughts, all emotions.

The pool is still growing and begins to mix with tears.

Each drop of vile crimson liquid, brings me a drop closer to my wanted freedom.

DEATH IS FREEDOM