There's a thin line keeping my sanity together.
Over the years, it didn't break;
It didn't rust.
It remained intact for my own purposes.

And then all of a sudden, a piece of metal broke through it.
Its cold surface mocked me;
belittled me.

A reminder that even a thin piece of thread,
bound to surpass ages,
had a weakness.

A blade can cut through everything when it pleases.
And it cut through me,
slicing my personality in two,
dividing my soul in half.
The good and the bad,
separating itself from my body,
unable to be whole,

ever again.