I never broke.
Because I cared,
because all around me was smoke,
while I was ahead.

Because I was soft,
with my middle finger lit.
Because I was kind,
while not giving a shit.

Tell me;
Have you ever seen cut wrists?

Tell me;
Have you ever cried at night?

Tell me;
Have you looked at a bridge,
and just for a second, a tiny second.
Wanted to run off it? Leap in the air?

I never broke.
Because I understood I was always cracked.

-Z.R.w
-11/December/2023
-Inspo: I was texting my therapist/best friend, and I wrote the sentence (the photo below.) And I wrote this poem about it.