Today I feel like cutting my chest open
I’m told tomorrow might be different though
To stick to the pavements, I am told I am
Strong. To breathe. Relax, let things unfold
I claw at the cracks sometimes for lack of
Anything better to do, the temptation, to
Let everything pour through, to hurt just
To spite those who told me not to.
It’s a terrible thought, angry red, today
I feel selfish. Like letting myself be torn
Apart. Because I can. Because I have been.