Not a Poem
this is the day
the one single day
on its own its not much
but maybe thats the point
it doesn't have to be much
I mean we don't remember days
we remember moments
and not every moment either
our brains are picky that way
how you remember every word you wrote on that essay two years ago
but you forget what 40 times 9 is the day after you learned it
life isn't about days,weeks,months
it is about every single moment, when you breath in, than out
cause you are still alive,
I swear it.
you don't have to cut yourself to feel
in fact you're probably feeling too much
but thats okay, it will get better
maybe not in the near future, no it could take months
years even but it Will get better
that I can promise you