Freedom ...

Freedom......

My mom gets mad
Because of Dad.
She yelled so much
“He’s out of touch.”

They’d always fight.
He’s wrong, she’s right.
So he moved out.
What’s that about?

I feel so sad.
I miss my dad.
He made me smile.
Been gone awhile.

I feel alone.
I’m turned to stone.
I feel so small,
Not there at all.

I hide away.
I sleep all day.
I need control
To soothe my soul.

First cut is small,
Not deep at all.
Then two, then more
Drops hit the floor.

You see? I’m free!
Control for me!
Cutting, slicing,
It’s so enticing.

The hurt, the pain...
Blood drips like rain.
Why did he go?
I miss him so.

So here I lay...
Blood flows away.
My breathing’s slow.
Life starts to go.

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“And now for the news...
This afternoon a 14 year old girl was found dead in her home, apparently a victim of suicide. Her death was the result of deep razor cuts on her arms, which caused extreme blood loss.”

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No one heard my cry for help.
No one saw my need.
I took control; I found a way.
My soul at last is freed.