My Mind Is My Enemy

What have I done?
Who have I become?
Wanting so bad to leave,
But I can't run.

I see myself,
A razor to my wrist.
Blood flowing,
Clenching my fist.

My hand is my weapon,
My mind is my enemy.
How long will it be,
Until I'm set free.

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Sky

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