All I Feel is Relief...

My pen's dried up like my tears have. My tears have dried up because the well of my emotions has hit rock bottom. There is nothing beyond rock bottom. I am highly claustrophobic, therefore I want release. There are many ways to that release. I just need to choose...

Metal on skin. So cool. Cool enough to end this constant burning. Sharp enough to cut through seven layers of skin. Sharp enough to cut through multiple layers of masks. Sharp enough to cut through never ending pain and reach what i've been looking for for some time now - relief. My fingers press the metal deeper...

Rivulets of red. trampling on everything in a hurry to meet the pristine white of the marbled floor. Detached, I watch its hurry. A tiny smile on my face. Soon, all too soon, there will be no hurry, no pain, no masks, no emotions, no words. Soon, there will be no me.

And all I feel is relief.