Pain.

Sweet rescuing pain.

“Born to Die” on repeat, kitchen knife in hand

Therapy.

Each cut, release

First cut for school. For his damn Anatomy professor.

And that A he didn’t get.

Second cut. For loneliness.

Third. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth.

For himself.

The broken person nobody sees,

the one who has to be strong for everyone.

And as his life essence meets the warm water, he opens his eyes and chuckles.

At how the mixture strangely resembles Ribena.

Odd.

Then he steps out of the bathtub, changes the song.

And dances the night away.

He treats his cuts carefully,

mends himself perfectly

and somehow knows that all is right with his world

and he’s fine.

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