far from the origin, there is a gap that widens
to the tears of every adolescent that has thought
of committing suicide.
and around the corner, the lemon sheds,
souring the moods and the smiles of everyone
who didn't think about harming themselves today.
and there i am, in the shadow of my new self,
coping with the lack of self-loathing -
relearning how to feel something other than hate.
now,
that gap ceases to exist.
depression weeps at all of the giggles
every survivor smiles.
the moon shines bright,
reflecting the pearly whites that are now visible.
the skin has healed. and so has the heart -
but the mind goes through constant withdrawals,
cycling and cycling
till the process is repeated.
but we unite, strong as one,
breathing the same breath -
dreading the next breath.