The cuts continued

The yelling didn't stop

Disappointment hurt him

He tried harder

Every time

They were never

Satisfied

Weeks passed

The utility shop

He  visited

There in he bought a rope

The strands were long

The fibres twisted hard

He made a knot

The loop was ready

Up The ceiling fan

It went

A chair kicked away

The body writhed,

Struggled

The fan broke

He gulped breaths

Large, deep ones

No!

It wasn't the way

He wouldn't die

The suitcase packed

They didn't deserve him

He was so much more

He left

To the world

Out of the

Little house

In the

Little town

That would soon

Be his past

He left

His parents

He left

Their unreachable world

And expectations.

He left to be

His own self.