I’m breaking daggers
That you’re forcing me to unpack
If they’re left unattended
They wittingly find a back
I’m hacking chains
Fixed to my limbs and nape
Would it hurt if I shot myself in the head
Or better still changed my name
Ramming my head into a brick wall
Waiting and tired to being alone
I’m not going to miss you most of all
I’m building myself a new home
Little Borrowers 