Operation self-destructions !!TW!!

!!TW!! mentions SH/suicide 

Surgeon hands dig inside of me, ripping out all that is unnecessary.

I don’t need these parts. I comfort myself.

So why does it still hurt?

Aching in my chest begging me to run when I am safe.

Every time I run; my organs are left behind.

You are healthy and secure. I tell my body.

Escape! It pleads back, as the surgeon hands reach for stiches.

My hands take over, reaching for a scalpel. I do not know its intentions.

The surgeon fights for the scalpel.

But it is too late, I slit my own wrists. Bleeding out painfully on the table.

Operation self-destruction.