Fading Scars

Starring heavily at that double knotted rope I thought optimistically about it As a mad man Slapping my dry and rough hands On the ground I picked myself up, Weakly, I barely made it, Gripping the tightly strung rope. From the ground To the ceiling It hung; With my mind upside down I believed that it would remove you, Take away the scars you’ve caused; I thought it would kill you, Not me. Now standing, Off that old wooden chair With my neck tied-- I kicked away. I suffocated. But, that’s weak too; I only kicked away when the only Hangings… were my scars.