Poems of a Suicidal Memory

6 Letters

6 letters,
turn us to beggars.
Asking strangers,
everyone,
no one is exempt from this question.
26 letters,
8 words.
26 letters to explain the 6.
Why do I feel like this?
What happened to childhood bliss?
I can mark the end of childhood.
I can mark when evil turned good.
The moment 26 letters enveloped my mind.
The day that 6 letters defined me.
My defining characteristic remains a concept.
An unexplained and unexplainable enigma.
Glass,
personified hearts.
What is this word other than parts?
What do these 6 letters mean?
Why do I feel this way?
Are these 6 letters relevant?
Does it compare to the hurricane in my head?
Can it explain the cavity of my chest?
Or the void of my soul?
Do these 6 letters define me?
Or is it simply not enough?
Falsehood unlikely,
the relevance of the 26 may explain.
Of all the strangers,
few could provide answer.
Many were dragged down as well.
26 letters,
a composition of hopelessness,
an English symphony of despair,
lungs of intoxicated air.
The revelation of 26 letters change a life.
"Will you give me a reason to live?"
The response was toxic.
6 letters of a heart.
6 letters for hope.
6 letters for joy.
6 letters for love.
6 letters for humanity.
6 letters for me.
I am broken.