Dear Suicide...

◾️The Glass Is Broken ◾️

Even though you're in the land of the nameless, you're constantly reminding me that you'll always be here in spirit.

I barely knew you; in fact, I didn't know you at all. Apparently, you only wanted to explore the presentation before your eyes.

It was never meant for your enjoyment.

It was never supposed to be the aftermath of bitter intentions, yet all these things came to pass.

First, you forced me to swallow your disgusting words.

Then, you burned me with your touch that I just can't seem to erase - I still feel your hands on me.

You stained certain parts of my adolescent body.

There is no answer to what you did.

You haunted me; then you vanished, leaving me with no answer to what you did.

When I was tender and small, I didn't quite understand your actions.

Now, I wonder if you will come back to me and carelessly disrupt my ocean's pattern.

"Is this story true? " You ask.

Look deep into the windows of my soul and see if the glass is broken...