We are not meant
to wallow in pain
in forms of
emptied liquor bottles;
or fashion ourselves
with glistened needles
and pills.
Our blood
is meant to flow
inside of us,
to keep us alive
and breathing,
don’t ever force it out of you.
out of bed in the morning
and you think,
I’m not going to make it,
but you laugh inside —
remembering all the
times you’ve felt that way.
“When will you know it’s enough?”
He finally breaks the deafening silence as he quietly asked. He looked up at me from the toilet seal, hair wet and eyes sore, as I unconsciously stare at the cold white tiles as if it is the most interesting part of this tiny-spaced bathroom.
“Listen, when you realize that you’ve cried all your tears and consumed enough time with a ton of tissues, then will you realize that nothing changed after every wipe of a stray tear because what’s done is done. Enough is enough, and time will heal only if you allow it to.”