Everyday the rope gets tighter
I feel my breath being taken away
There’s nothing I can do to stop it
It’s what I’ve always wanted
I scream for help but the rope doesn’t allow it
I try to run but it holds me close
The knife to cut me free is firmly in my back
You never expect the ones closest to you to betray you the most
Especially right from the start
I may have been born whole
But I was raised in two different parts
There’s one that feels, hope, ambition, love
And the dominant one who feels pain, sorrow and has a violent taste for blood
My glass is half empty
The shards feel good in my hand
The trickling drips of red fills my face to give it some colour
Everyday the rope gets tighter
But it stops me from falling even further in the gutter