Cut

As I sit here staring at this empty page,
I'm also sorting out the chaos in my mind.
My heart no longer broken,
but grasping to hold onto a token of my old self.

Freeing the ties that bind
.
Behind these glowing brown eyes, lies a tormented
mind full of anguish and confusion over
where to draw the line.

A line drawn by me and felt by many.
I've cut off my emotions from the sights of plenty.
The order of my life goes: everybody else.....and THEN me.
On the inside, I bleed profusely the feelings I'm afraid to let out for my own sake.

I don't know how much more I can take.

Slit my wrist and watch my tears and blood mix into a new Red sea.
The only sounds I hear now are me dying, and the feelings from this bottle
taking me flying........
only to nose dive into my final peace and quiet.