Ropes.

Wrapped tightly around.

My wrists are red and burning.

Frantic.

Struggling madly against.

My wrists are hot and hurting.

Tired.

Sagging towards earth.

My wrists are rough and bleeding.

My strength is scarce and fading.

My heart is strong and beating.

My spirit is stuck and fighting.

My words are cursing feeling.

My words are

cursing

you.

I would kill you if I could.

Be free.

I would hate you if I could.

Be free!

I do hate you. I kill you every day.

You simply haven't realized it yet.

You know my sorrow.

Even though you think it gone.

You don't know my anger.

My desire to be my own.

My constant yearning to hate you.

Kill you and be free.