If I Had a Time Machine

I’d go back to yesterday, when I slipped that noose around my neck but stopped when I heard them coming up the stairs. I’d hold the door shut until I was finished.

I’d go back 6 months and not send that letter to you. I’d remember to lock the front door so they wouldn’t have found me.

I’d go back 12 months and cut a bit deeper with that straight razor. I wouldn’t tell people I needed help, I wouldn’t tell them I was glad I had them, because I never did.

I’d go back 18 months and just tell you to fuck off. Maybe this could have all been avoided if I had.

I’d go back 24 months and not tell him I liked him. Life really went downhill from there.

I’d go back 240 months and stop myself from ever being born. So many people could have been spared the misfortune of meeting me.