A whisper of hope.
Sullen cries of opportunity.
The tool of my freedom is a knife.
I will only be free when i am gone.
I am trapped within my prison of family, friends and morals.
I only want to escape.
I am being tortured from the inside out by my thoughts.
My regrets.
I ask myself, can i ever be free?
No-one answers.
I want to go but i'm scared.
Scared of myself.
And then i realise.
I am already FREE.
