staring at the knife i'm holding br sharp blade so temptingly appealing. br memories so haunting, torturing br i'm just dying, dreaming of escape. br moving the knife to my skin br its begging me to let it sink in. br Your degrading words always echoing br shame violently suffocating me to nothing. br can't fight the urge any longer br i cut, and for a moment I feel stronger. br blood dripping, i have my escape.