Silence fills my ears as I drift away,

The deafening voices that are so often here

Are no longer.

The scent of blood fills my nostrils even though its so familiar,

The tangy metallic stench is still too much,

And I'm off again.

The gleam of the blade,

My face reflected in the cold metal.

Im off again to the place of blood and tears.

The soft crimson slides to the floor,

Drop by drop,

Making my feet slick against the tile as I fall.

The taste of tears and regret fill my mouth,

Sickly sweet and dark.

Why did I let them get to me?!

Can't I control them?!

Am I a joke to them?!

Why can't I be free?