She falls to the ground tears spilling down her cheeks.
Whimpering her mind goes crazy.
Rage, confusion, sadness flashes past her eyes.

She wants the blade but knows it's not worth it.
Droplets fall onto her wrist as she stares down at them picturing the cuts that could be.

Wiping tears away from her face she sniffs.
Thank you for setting us free, but I'm sorry it was you.
She sits there bitting her lip wishing things were different.
© BearlyRaquel