Being me

Standing outside with the wind gently hitting my face
gives me a calm relaxing feeling
it almost makes me forget my pain

I start to walk toward the park
it's cold and empty
with the faint whispers of children in the distance

Sitting on a swing with memories racing through my mind
my heart beating faster and faster
as the joy of old times come back to life

The sun is now going down
street lights are on
no car is sight
I take out a red stained curved object

I slide it with great force
i feel a spirit lift out of my wrist
I'm free of the evil
but not for long

I start to walk across the big Field
dark as night can be
make my way home to live another Day just being me.