Handprints on the wall
I'll never know their names
They'll never know our failures
Resting in peace
Without the weight of our legacy
Which has been scrapped thereafter
And withers the print

this ****, now?
exactly how long has it been?

Complete disregard
To the extent of your exposure
How vile could I be
My empathy is in vain

I despise your envy
I am not the cause of your self-pity
I am my own to worry of

there's no more me

fell out of my fingers
i've lost the keys
i can't hear,
and i can't see it
it may never return
i have nothing of my own
and nothing of myself

my parents thought it was cool of me
to be so independent
they thought it was cool of me
to recoil from affection
thought it was cool
that during 5th grade
I'd hold a knife to my heart
instead of the steak
they aren't red flags
if they make you 'special'
if you survive,
you aren't suicidal