i am a daydreamer, naturally. it is the only release I can feel that has the capacity to break the ties of depression that continue to anchor me down day by day. but I have one fantasy that reoccurs over and over, not a typical sunshine and green grass landscape though. Although, I was never a sunshiny person.
In the midst of my parents yelling at me. Of reminding me of the burden I have been for these eighteen years, of talking over me every single time I had something to say, I imagine myself standing up. I would disappear into the kitchen, returning with a silver blade in my hand.
In front of all of them, finally the attention on me, I would seek my revenge. I would carve the blade vertically up my arm, bursting the veins that nearly kissed the surface of my skin.
And finally, my voice would be heard.