Cutting off loose ends
June 7th, 2023

Part of me knew it wouldn't last that long.

The end that I tied up wasn't weak, there were bugs crawling over it. The rope was rotting, and I had to use my anger and god-fearing judgment to rip it and toss it overboard into the ocean.

On the bathroom floor and in the bathtub I bled from every part of my body I know. My wisdom teeth's places were swapped with gallons of blood, and it shot down from my nose. My arm and legs were cut up under my own devices, and I just sat as I let the rope slowly but surely take hold of me.

Once the blood had been shed, I finally was able to cut the one thing I should. No more cutting myself in preparation, now I was doing what I really should've done. My heart doesn't have to hurt anymore, now that I have a new rope to mend it.

I'm ok now, and I'm going to therapy.

-- > i want to go back home < --