Cut the rope around my neck which you tied so tightly.
Free my gasping breath from your grasping hands
and leave from my incongruous body.
Don't leave a trace.
No spec at all.
For I have lived with them for far too long.
Tiny particles of your past, caught in a loop circling the midst of my mind
Slowly degrading my thoughts and being into a nothing.

Leaving me remembering that really, it was I
Who gifted you the rope in the first place.

So I'll take it back
and free my mind from all that you left me.
Giving everything a new prospective.
I'll throw it in the trash
and it'll be gone on Monday.