self destruction is a strange thing,
it’s all-consuming and before you
know it, hurting yourself
as a priority becomes second nature,

before you know it, ideas of
suicide slipping into your mind
are just another part of your
every day, every week,
every month rituals,

like brushing your teeth

or waking up with blood in
your *******

just another thing to mark
on your calendar,

depression becomes another
lover with baggage you thought
you could handle, but you didn’t
know that that baggage would
weigh so heavy on your soul,

you think you’re stronger
than this, and I’m here to tell
you that you are,

but being strong enough
doesn’t always mean sticking
it out with a lover that makes
your heart weary,

the palpitations aren’t a sign
that you’re weak, they’re a
message pattering in and out in
quick, unsteady impulses to remind
you that your heart still beats
but it’s just as tired as you are,

and you both deserve better than this.

- S.G.