Folie á Deux

I walk into my bedroom 

I feel the chill rush through my veins

I feel my stomach twist knots

I see my reflection in the mirror

And I saw someone I could not recognize.

And I saw nothing but the figure of a failure.

I try to fix the mess I’ve made

I try to fix the mess I’ve made

But I failed. 

I take out the rope from my last camping trip.

I take out the knife from my front pocket.

I set up the rope like from my last attempt.

I graze its sharp edges on my fingertips.

I see the rope as my only salvation.

I see on the knife’s reflection the paradise I wanted.

I inhale my one last breath. (Inhale)