One Of The Many

The scissors move closer to the long string to be cut. Hey, but my life had anyways been a rut. I begin to run yet I know I can’t escape my fate, The ice anyway is too thin to skate. I feel it break under, water swallowing me whole. I guess I didn’t bag the main character role. I hear a snap and everything is night, Everything was over and I no longer had to stand upright. There were no longer any bad memories to recite.