Do you think it’s really so simple,
that everything is just black or white?
Pitting your morals against us,
it’s not a question of who’s wrong or right.
You cast judgment without understanding,
while your foundation is crumbling away.
Believing you’re walking above us,
when your morals are deep in decay.
I wish I had spoken
one simple, kind word.
It may well have been
the only one heard.
Now it’s much too late.
Life goes on without.
Memories will fade
but regrets they do not.
I find it funny,
not in a humorous way,
that I have hope.
That I can still have hope.
…I just keep holding on.
TW: Suicide
I feel my chest heave as I walk through the kitchen.
Heavy breath, warm and wet.
My pace deliberate, pronounced.
Cold steel grazes my neck, awakening memories.
The silence is over.
The time has now come,
where no longer fearful,
our voices ring clear.
Those with whom we surround ourselves
tend to define our worth.
Sometimes it is through their words,
and other times by our own comparisons.
Each time we share a bit of ourselves
we give them more power,
for that is what trust is, power.
The power to lift up.
The power to crush.
A heavy storm is brewing,
out on horizon’s line.
Panic sets as we worry how,
to prepare ourselves in time.