Little me

you stifled your voice

when it got too loud,

took to small places

never wanting to be found,


lumps in your throat

you swallowed at once,

rocks on your chest

you pushed them down,


people you bled for

left an empty husk,

like ashes after burning

smothering in dust,


staring ahead so far

with head in the clouds,

ghost in your own memories

weaving through crowds,


i remember you wondered

if you were too broken?

if you will be saved?

or just die rotten


if only you could see

time's gonna heal,

white lines we wore

are starting to thin,


i search you in shadows

feel you under my skin,

layers under my core

where you have always been,


I'll hold you close now

you should go to sleep,

you were so brave

rest well, little me.

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