The morning after you **** yourself
your clothes will still be in the hamper,
Your leftovers in the fridge,
Your phone beside your lifeless body
The letters you wrote before you lost conciseness
Sitting on the dresser
Your little brother bounces with excitement
Knocking on your door wanting his big sister to come play
He opens the door still thinking your asleep
He comes to your lifeless body
He sees the pomegranate red blood that has soaked the sheets
The scream he lets out you would’ve said was obnoxious
But now your lifeless body lies in front of him
The morning after you **** yourself everything will begin the same
But the purity of morning may not last forever
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
The morning after you **** yourself
your clothes will still be in the hamper,
Your leftovers in the fridge,
Your phone beside your lifeless body
The letters you wrote before you lost conciseness
Sitting on the dresser
Your little brother bounces with excitement
Knocking on your door wanting his big sister to come play
He opens the door still thinking your asleep
He comes to your lifeless body
He sees the pomegranate red blood that has soaked the sheets
The scream he lets out you would’ve said was obnoxious
But now your lifeless body lies in front of him
The morning after you **** yourself everything will begin the same
But the purity of morning may not last forever