“Don’t touch it.”

I clear my throat.

Writing hurts.

He reaches out again.

“Don’t touch it, I’m serious.”

I don’t like people to push me.

To push me over the edge.

I don’t want you to save me.

I don’t want you to touch me.

I don’t want you to love me.

You can’t help me, stop trying.

And so I’ll just keep tightening.

This pretty pink noose of mine.

I’ll just keep on tying.

I’ll just keep on trying.

Mercy me, I’m crying.

Blood is dripping.

Neck is bent, sore.

I’m not scared of dying.

Honey, I’m broken.

I told you I was trouble.

Two handfuls, not just one.

“Don’t. Touch. It.”

His caress is so soft.

He just wants to help me.

To pull me out of this hole.

Out of this grave of mine.

But I’ve been digging it.

For nearly five years.

I’m too far down,

Too deep, I’m drowning.

Dirt in caving in on me.

Stop, you’re killing, see?

Hanging in there,

I’m holding onto

This pink noose of mine.

It’s okay, I reassure you.

It doesn’t hurt.

It’s just a neckless.

Just sorta reckless.

Who said pain can’t be beautiful?

Me and this pink noose of mine.

They say it is easy

to get lost in the underworld.

Honey, I’ve been in Hell my whole life.

I know these dark roads, they’re familiar.

Satan said my jewelry was pretty.

God asked me why I chose pain.

Three AM, screaming in vain.

I’m just trying to be normal.

Turns out normal is hard.

So I play my evil card.

My heart isn’t hurt, it’s chapped.

Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes?

It’s true, Cupid just crapped.

Instead, of a bandaid,

Take a noose and tie

those feelings high.

Wrap it around your neck.

Believe me, you’ll fly.

I don’t hide the purple

bruises on my neck.

Sure, some people

think, “What the heck?”

That’s okay, totally fine,

Life isn’t a wine and dine.

I’m not sad,

I’m smiling.

See my teeth?

Well, this has been fun.

I guess we’ll have to part now.

So wait until I post again,

Sometime soon.

Until then, eyes peeled for

Me and this pink noose of mine.