My Cruel Mind.

At this point I don’t see the point in keeping my mind trapped within this vessel.

If the cage opens, the bird flies free.

I want to be free.

Could it be true that death is now my only option?

If I bleed out enough, will my spirit crawl out from the openings in my wrists?

I want to free myself from the pain here.

I know that my mind and spirit will keep company to those I love,

But I question if they will see it that way.

Will I be seen as a selfish person

Who let go only for my own self?

I am weak.

They will think I am weak.

I don’t know what to do anymore,

Do I keep on walking?

Walking down a path where the thorns pierce my bare feet,

Yet the bandages I wrap my feet in only stop the blood from spilling to the ground.

The bandages don’t help the pain,

It only helps those around me to not see my suffering.

Is there even a god?

He must have abandoned me,

And everybody.

We are humans. Horrible humans.

Selfish humans.

Humans who don’t care about each other,

They only care about the end goal.

But what even is the end goal?

Peace?

What even is peace?

Money?

Fame?

No one even really cares anymore.

No one cares about anything other than themselves.

Selfish selfish selfish.

That is all this world has become.

It is hideous.

I just want to release myself.

Release myself from this horrible place,

But I can’t.

I have to many good things here.

Too many good people.

Too much good,

And too much bad.

I’m trapped.

I am torn.

In half.