This is more of a short story than a poem so sorry about that.
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It's stupid how something so inanimate, so insignificant can torture me, tempt me, hurt me and save me. I stare at it and feel the familiar pain of wanting to leave; to ditch everything I know, love and hate.
The words Tie Me echo through my mind as though this useless piece of rope, this senseless piece of rope is talking to me.
How can something like this have such a hold on me?
It's crazy, isn't it, to want to feel the burn of the rope around my neck? Wanting to sob as I push the chair out from under me? Wanting to feel all the pain this simple rope can cause me before I'm finally gone; saved by the rope...?
I should be happy but instead, as I stare at this rope, I don't think I can be... Ever. The pain in my heart, it is too heavy.
I feel the tug again. I want to reach out and-- Tie Me, the words fly through my head again and this time, without hesitation I reach for the rope.
