Pain

Red

How ironic my name is Blue yet this starts with red. How ironic I prefer peace yet this represents war.

Those red memories that are on replay. Oh! How that tortures me. I keep on killing my past but like a lizard it keeps regenerating.

I once believe in lies that was created by my fantasy. I once lived in the fantasy. Now, I'm torn between reality and fantasy.

I closed my eyes as the red fluid rush down to my pretty fingers. I shut my mouth closed enough for me to hear the tingling sound of those drops. I smiled as the last drop had made it's way to the cold grey cemented floor. I once opened my eyes seeing how beautiful this world of lies is. And for the last time, I closed my eyes feeling the weakening of my knees. My world turned dark and a thought that I've been wanting to say have been said, finally.

"I'm free."