It'll be a small reminder,
simple as a touch on the shoulder.
pulls me from the present.
into the past.
My head slams on the wall.
Every action is focused on my true wish.
I thrash against the millions of hands,
holding me down.
everyone closing in on me.
The air leaves my Lungs.
As I find a sheet tied like a noose.
Or The sight of a blade.
reminds me of sitting in the shower
water is pink.
but feeling the adrenaline rush.
from the hurt they put me through.
I want to expunge my pain
end this dead feeling.
for a new beginning.