Freedom

It was easy you know.

Taking a break for a while. Letting it all out. Escaping from reality for a bit.

Not caring if it was your few last breaths on this earth.

The cuts didn't feel like anything because you're so use to the pain, and the disappointment. The blood runs down but you only hope for more.

The more cuts the more the blood.

The deeper the cut the deeper the pain.

But what really is pain anymore.

You slip and fall and you get hurt, but it's nothing like emotional pain.

At least when you fall you can see the healing but when you're hurt on the inside it make take forever to heal.

But nothing really lasts forever because if things lasted forever we wouldn't be un happy right?

But falling is part of life and you need to pick yourself back up.

Maybe one day, in thirty years or a week from now you'll eventually dust the dirt off your shoulders but that moment of freedom is all you have for now.