You think that thought
You hold your breath
You press into your skin, but theirs no regret.
You let it go.
You dropped it, the metallic blade hitting the floor.
You don’t know how much of this you can take anymore.
You feel like you’ve lost your mind, there’s just all these thoughts whirling around inside.
Crimson drips from the crease, at least tonight I get to feel a freedom of release.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 10:00 PM UTC
You think that thought
You hold your breath
You press into your skin, but theirs no regret.
You let it go.
You dropped it, the metallic blade hitting the floor.
You don’t know how much of this you can take anymore.
You feel like you’ve lost your mind, there’s just all these thoughts whirling around inside.
Crimson drips from the crease, at least tonight I get to feel a freedom of release.