• I need to take them out, I need to be free
    But for some insane reason, something won’t let me.

    I sit and stare at the words on the page
    Every emotion inside me turning to rage.

    The fourth of March is the date
    When I will be consumed with hate.


    That will indicate one month alone.
    Can I please go deep enough to hit the bone?

    It gets harder to resist every moment I spare
    To the thought of her coming out of her lair.

    I want to stab a knife into my arm
    Twist it around to cause more harm.

    Last night I said it, he didn’t deny.
    And so here, to him, is my goodbye…