in each brewed drink,
your eyes are synced

in every page i scribble,
your words, i remember

as per song i hear,
your voice won't disappear

now tell me boy,
how will i forget

when everywhere i go,
i see you and
your silhouette.

{Kem-ann}

I wonder if there is an afterlife for words
Ones we never brought to life,
or ones that tried and tried,
but lost their fight.
I wonder what it looks like.
Maybe there, the walls are white,
and invite every sound that was silenced
and attracted every one never found when
hidden behind fearful human mouths
I wonder what it feels like
if the words have a place to rest
and not have the burden of holding themselves in
when their creator wants to let them go,
I wonder if they know that they are strong,
or if they die before they understand.
I wonder where words go to die,
or if the ones that never come out,
were ever even alive.

It is hard to imagine
Seeing a whole person
When the mirror shattered
And left shards in the same shape
As the scars on my arms
That divide me into two people.
one I wish I could escape
one who refuses to give way
To anything other than
Depreciation
Unwelcomed recollection
On times of skin fairer, clearer, kinder

to the self harmer holding the blade, wanting nothing more but for it to kiss flesh, know that you've been days clean and you don't deserve another scar.

to the self harmer digging your nails into your thigh after a fight with your parents, know that this storm will pass.

to the self harmer shaking as you bury countless blades in the dirt, know that you've never been as strong as you are now.

to the self harmer hiding deep under your skin, know that your scars are nothing more than a reminder that you're still alive.

to the self harmer rocking the realest smile you have had in weeks, you made it.