are you alive?
the mirror asks
and I say I am.
with all my scars;
some faded
some present on my skin
like battle scars
even with all the ugly crying
I did in the middle of night lying
on the bathroom floor just
wishing to be dead
with my wrists chained from the past
with my hopeless-romantic-but-no-hopes-for-love heart that never stops dreaming
with my mind filled with memories of you
which I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to forget
until I draw my last breath.

your memories keep you alive
and yours ᴍᴀᴋᴇ me alive.

with all the regrets and grief
making a hole in my chest
that keeps bleeding even
after all the times I tried
stitching that emptiness.
with all the times
my mind was filled
with raging thoughts of suicide yet...
I am still living; alive.


© k. k.