washing all my thoughts

wringing out the bad memories

bleaching stains of suicide

hiding the hints of harm

not erasing it

for the smell will always linger

but washing it

all my thoughts

not a new start

but the story after the prologue

letting go

of my mind

and the thoughts;

habits

I used to hold

unclenching my knuckles,

loosening my jaw,

what would your voice sound like if i was holding you?

i won't take up anyone's time.

im grieving everyday for

someone who didn't ask to be

mourned.