Alternate reality:

18 glowing candles:

One for the life we are supposed to live;

I cried and cried

And no one came home.

The heart can be as empty

As you let it be.

I cried and put my food away

I don’t know if that is self care

Or a clinical eating disorder;

A form of self punishment,

Getting my soul ready for hellfire.

Self love means nothing

When you constantly argue with yourself,

Restless, lose the fight,

Fighting to get out of bed.

I was wondering why

We stop kissing our daughters

As they begin to learn to speak.

When did they began to

Mean less to us

And why is the worth

Of the soul even in question

When once we smiled at their mere and simple movements.

It is better to be dead

(Is it better to be dead?)

Than be crawled up, lifeless.

It is better to be buried

(Is it better to be buried?)

Than to be alive alone

In silence;

18 glowing candles:

One for the life we are supposed to live.

~By Maryum Khalid~

Art: Woodland Waterfall by Tom Thomson

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