Freedom

I slit the wrist,
I cut the vein,
I hear me scream,
I'm going insane.

Freeing myself
From a torturous life,
Freeing myself
With the slip of this knife.

Letting the blood
Drip from my heart,
Hoping that soon
From this world I'll part.

Wanting freed
From this life of madness,
Take me away
From the anger and sadness.

I want to be freed
From this world I despise
I only wish that you could see it
From my tortured eyes.

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