back to me

I took a life today. Ended it in cold blood. I wish I could say I felt remorse, but all I feel is something resembling pride.

The life I took walked with me throughout all of mine. It whispered lies and hatred in my ear. It told me I wasn’t good enough.

I tried to fight back. And at times I did, but it always seemed bigger than I. I’d roll my shoulders back and stand as tall as I could, and still it towered over me.

I can’t tell you the times I let it walk all over me. And when it was done, it stepped right over me. Like I was less than nothing.

I’m not sure of the exact moment I’d finally had enough, but all I know is the knife blade I used cut on the way out.

And I stepped over and back to myself.

You might say it wasn’t real. But it was to me.