A swirling though-
in the deep crevasses,
of my mind.
Etched-
like an engraving on a rock.
The wounds were fresh,
I had no control-
as suicidal thoughts,
made their way through.
I'm worthless.
I'm not good enough.
Nobody will miss me anyways.
But I had forgotten about my loving parents-
my wonderful siblings,
my dog named Uno,
and the ones I loved most.
