the light

alone

tw: slight hintings of suicide/selfharm

on the eve of your seventh birthday,
you washed your face,
and brushed your teeth,
you told yourself,
this would be the year,
you started loving yourself.

on the eve of your eighteenth birthday,
you washed your face
and brushed your teeth,
same as before,
but your fingers felt weighted and full,
how could you possibly love yourself,
when you felt so alone?
this would be the year
you began to believe in yourself.

on the eve of your nineteenth birthday,
you lay,
eyes trained on the stars in the sky,
tears bleeding from your eyes,
blurring the world around you,
stinging the cuts on your wrist.
this would be the year,
you finally did it -
the year you finally released the burden,
on your chest.
this would be the year you finally gave up.

on the eve of your would be twentieth birthday,
your best friend washed their face,
and brushed their teeth -
quickly swiping the tears from their eyes,
placing a hand on your would be ring around their neck,
this would've been the year
they confessed their deepest love for you -
proving you were truly never alone.