Choke Me
I cry out
To only myself
My thoughts are agony
I grip my deep red sheets
I tie a knot
Hanging it onto the bars
My hands shaking
I yank the other end
Repeating the process
Except now it is around my neck
I stand on the edge of my bed
Ready?
I nodd and leap to freedom
The cloth tightens
My body goes numb
Reality is harsh
But this is sweet
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