small cuts & semicolons
quiet
is how i remained
as she told me
she wanted
to die
still
is how i stood
as she showed me
the cuts on
her arms
a crescendo
is how my thoughts grew
to a thunderous roar
in my head
as she spoke
and small
is how i felt
when there was nothing
i could do
to help her
~~~
conniving
are those who
desperately want to hide
the turbulent winds
in their minds
soothing
are the voices
that aim to convince us
that they are
just fine
warm
are those who
we hold as they
cry out late into
the night
but paralyzing
is the knowledge that
the worst pain
is usually
quiet
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