when you see the blood falling, dripping, puddling on your kitchen floor will you finally understand what you have done?

all the lies, where nothing but easy words to you

all the others, where just a game; a journey within you that you needed to explore

all the time spent away; there was not enough room in your memory to include me

I am done playing your game...

So observe carefully, with your eyes stapled open and mouth gagged shut so tight not even a muffled breath can escape

Calmly the knife cuts each vein, starting by the ankles, then moving to the wrists

the noose slides over my eyes and tightens around my neck

the last cut is the easiest of them all, gently with a tear in my eye, i cut away the flesh of my thigh that was your favorite to kiss and lick

then as you squirm, duct taped and tied to the chair, that i bolted to the floor, my body falls forward snapping my neck

you have the best view of what your treatment has caused, a dangling bleeding empty zombie of what i used to be