Without you
All I feel is calm
Not peaceful though
I feel like the calm before the storm
I feel tears welling up in my eyes
Like raindrops just waiting to fall
But they’re just waiting for the right moment.
And I can’t tell if that moment has already past or is still to come because
Without you I’m not calm; I’m just numb.
And I’ll stay up all night
With the tears in my eyes
Praying for a sign
That what I’m doing is right
Because everything I ever believed
You just took from me
Because according to you I lack maturity
When that’s all I’ve ever had since I was age 3
But not anymore because you took it from me.
You took my love and my heart
But you also took my hate and tore it apart.
Because all I feel is nothing, nothing’s what I see
Until you return every last piece you took from me.
-Kenz

selfish
that’s what they call our generation
they say that phones and computers are taking away our ability to love
our ability to care
and maybe that’s true
because 20 years ago if i said i needed help
i would say it and not tweet it
hoping someone would read it
i would look you straight in the face and say
help me
and you would unless
you didn’t believe me
but this poem isn’t about me
this is about every kid who has called out for help
only to be told they just crave attention
that the cuts on their arms are
selfish
the kids who feel like no one is listening
to the point where they need ropes around their
necks to silence themselves just a little bit more
and then call them
selfish
for trying to escape a world that didn’t care
but did anyone ever stop to think that we were the selfish ones?
earlier i said that this poem wasn’t about me
but now it is
because this is my apology to you
because for some reason i read those scars
as attention seeking and romanticized
i thought that there were no real warning signs
because nowadays it seems cool to cut
self harm is a joke and there’s no real validity
i’m sorry i didn’t tell someone
i’m sorry for the people that i didn’t even notice
i’m sorry for being so
selfish.