Rip it off.
Tear it if you must.
One quick tug,
One swift move.
Don't think about it,
No second thoughts,
No questions asked.
It's finally time...
I don't need my bandaid anymore.

The hurt is gone,
Cuts have closed up.
All that's left is a lovely scar,
Neatly tucked under my sleeve.
Time to show it off,
Let it breath.
Turn it into a story that will
Never be forgotten.
I don't need my bandaid anymore.

Espe T.