Stab Wounds

Silence is sickening.

I have been living a life that had been so perfect up until now, up until the darkness had made its way into consuming the last bits of life energy within me.

With the silence, I'm joined by negativity, constant belittlement and the evergoing thought of whether or not I will live to see another day go by without the pain of a thousand blades sliding through my skin in my chest, twisting into my emotions and pulling out the love from inside of me only to spill out needlessly to the ground.

Silence means emptiness, a feeling that is all too familiar, one that will never go away no matter what I preoccupy myself with. Emptiness in my heart, soul and mind, the lingering thoughts of silhouettes that are within the reach of my fingertips but get washed away by the blood pooling at my feet from the wounds in my chest.

Loneliness engulfs me, possesses my very being and I sit, amongst the silence and the pain and the tears that now stain my face with the bloodstains smeared from my hands as I tried my hardest to stop the blood from rushing out of my body along with everything else that had brought me a sense of joy and grounded me.

I'm alone.

Silence surrounds me.

Though I cannot be at peace.

Peace is too pure of a word to describe the raw emotion coursing through my veins as my body tries its hardest to expel the last remaining litres of positivity from my blood, onto the floor and watching it pool at my feet as I struggle to stay at my feet.

Not only do I slip and fall, but I begin to slide.

The world remains silent through this event.

Am I possibly free? I ask myself.

The question is quickly answered by the darkness of my mind overtaking my body, clouding my mind and blocking my vision as I still slide down, scraping my already frayed nails against laminate floor stained with blood to try and get a grip.

The more I struggle, the faster I glide, the faster I feel the positivity leak from the wounds in my chest to only be replaced with the darkness and fill me to the brim with the void and its spawn.

How can I be free?

The world will forever recognize me as a monster, it was just a matter of time before I recognized it myself.