Dear you.

There’s a scar on me,
A line on my wrist,
From one late night fit,
When all seemed lost,
I had to forget it
At all costs.

Drops of me,
My secrets my pain,
Who I am inside
Drowned my arm,
Dampening the screams that
Rang from my mouth.

Then I thought of you,
What you did,
Drowning in the river,
Willfully.
Leaving me here alone
In the silence.

I thought of mom,
Her shattered voice,
When she spilled the news,
You were no more.

I thought of my hero’s
tear stained cheeks,
The slamming of his door,
Trying to forget
Our mom was ever yours.

Then I saw your face,
Your smile,
Heard your laugh
Trying to disguise
The guilt you felt inside.

Is this what it’s like
When you almost die?
Is this what it’s like
To try to take your life?
Is this the fear you felt inside
On the river
That cold night?

I am you,
And you are me,
Carrying a burden
Too heavy to heave.

My scar is a simple price,
To realize I want to be alive.
Despite the pain,
The heartache,
The throbbing in my brain.

You have no scar,
To remind you
To stop you
You have no heartache,
To pierce you
No worries,
To drown you.

Only Silence. Stillness.
Your memory eats me alive,
I’ll never truly be right.
Because you my friend,
Succeed that cold night.