split ends.

I felt so heavy.
heavily carrying my burdens and demons.
dropping them off into a vast sea of leeches,
feeding off the darkest parts.
so much depth but still so shallow.
The feeling of the abandonment of the one warm place that turned numb.
sharpening the blade for ones own luxury,
digging my own grave of spitefulness.
as the things that made a person human,
also made a person haughty and inhumane.
snipping at the ends for our satisfaction.
unaware that I laid in disdain.
malicious ways weren't far from the thoughtful roots they were embedded into,
I just thought that if I could continuously snip,
I could start over again..