Tired...Again

I am...tired. Of life, liberty and everything.

I've felt alone, Abandoned. I've admitted my pain.  I met a man today who told me he was emotionally dead inside. And then, I realized, I was looking into the mirror.

I want to write more, but instead, there is a yearning in my wrists, for the skill of metal and the dance it can do across the thin membrane of my skin, freeing my blood to escape and release the poison that lies within.