Death could have been enough,
but you chose to lobotomize
every depth of me instead.

Carving out layers of love and pain,
every faucet of my individual self.

Tearing away at the surface of my brain,
down into the anatomy of my shuddering cells.
Cauterizing to the atomic level,
from the hole that you already drilled.

I've waited in this same spot for you,
hoping you would come and close me back up.
You chose to go cut through someone else,
and now my...