Free

The silent echo of her sad smile still remains imprinted on the back of my eyelids.
The etchings are clearly visible to me when I shut my eyes and I know that even though I will never be able to stop loving her she will never love me back.
And I can feel this worming and tearing itself into my heart and it burns and I sit until I can not take it any longer.
And I watch helplessly as the small, sharp razor dances across my wrist, held by cold, clammy hands that are both mine and not under my control at all at the same time.
And I feel the pain but I know soon it will be gone and then, I will finally be free.

The End

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