How clearly they could see inside if I could cut aside the layers of me. Tearing past the crust that life makes as it bakes us each day. I cut my flesh with a willingness that can only be found with a steady hand. Surgically removing the pain by causing pain. I feel the need to bleed it out of me. I drip the drops of life, a past life I want to forget. Forgotten it is forgot, as I fall from all I fought. Falling now, but now I’m free. Free to finally be me.