Tw: blood, ******, violence
A cold blade presses Against my neck.
My breath fast and quick,
My heart is racing.
I squint my eyes,
But i force them open
Knowing this might be the last i see,
So I look at the sky,
The knife still at my throat.
“Go ahead. Do it. I know what you want.”
A familiar voice responds.
The warm breath tickles my ears as he responds.
“Try again.”
He loosens the grip.
I turn around.
His dark hood leaves a shadow,
Blocking his face.
My hands shake.
i watch as his steady hands pull the hood down.
I look at a perfect replica of someone I know.
Someone i know too well.
“Surprised?”
He whispers smugly.
my eyes close
And I laugh
Because I felt it
I knew,
I knew the whole time.
He pulls me back again,
gripping the blade even tighter than before.
I laugh once more,
Not from fear
But because I knew the whole time
I'm The one doing this to myself.
I'm the one holding the blade.
I'm the monster.
I'm the murderer
So I let myself slash the knife.
goodbye, old me
You never did anything for me anyway
Dedicated to the dead little boy inside of me, the one that was hurt, bullied and slaughtered until he was gone. Goodbye, unbroken child. Goodbye, innocence. Goodbye, old me.