retract the roots restricting my lungs.
you despise how I can still breathe
without you standing next to me,
holding the bones you have undone.

there is power in destruction
and intentions in your lies,
disdain glowing in your eyes,
of illusion’s interruption.

why won’t you just pull the knife?
why would you just end this life?
you could watch as I bleed out,
as I give all I have to give
one last time.