Number One

You tell yourself to keep it all inside.
You don't want to keep on crying.
You feel weak.
Powerless.
Human.
So you lock it all insde yourself.
Until that day.
It needs to be released.
And you're ready to let go.
But when the times comes,
nothing comes.
Nothing.
No tears.
No anything.
It's been a part of you for so long.
It's a part of you.
It is you.
In every breathe.
Every thought.
Everything.
So you hurt yourself.
Make the pain escape.
But still,
no tears come.
Just a sense of relief,
and a blood stained sheet.
A freedom.

Until next time.