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.
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