⌈ ALLOW ME TO BLEED ⌋

  There has been a time when I've wanted to scream till I could feel my ears bleed with the volume. Till my throat felt crisp dry and I've left my voice to perish with a mind driven to insanity. With me trapped beneath.

    The sudden crave of crying out loud till I'm drenched in my own flowing river of salty tears all too tempting, my eyes no longer having the stamina to even open its shutters. Up until I know I've spilled my heart out to bleed, I want to weep and wail.

    The pain is ineffable. Close to an icicle that's pierced my chest into a gaping hole. Forced it deeper till my body's got no more of anything to spew out. When I'm a, quite literally, void body from both inside and out. Void of colour, of feelings, of once functional organs, of this insufferable pain.

    I'd ask you to save me, but more will the anguish rise furiously if not eased out. So let me howl, bellow, thunder, rage, even when it feels as if my face could snap like marble thrown across. Don't ask me if I'm okay; I might just actually shatter from the featherly touch.

    Imagine the throbbing of your relentless heartbeat assuaging slowly to a halt. Gasps after gasps, the fever to live in panic, but plummeting straight into the cold arms of your inevitable death.

    Is this really freeing myself or getting caged again into the aftermath?