If you stripped me down to nothing

Could I still be your everything?

I used to feel my lungs collapse

Against my chest

I felt everything


Now my lungs are functional

And my throat doesn’t tighten

My stomach doesn’t ache


I still have this echoing voice

That says it will soon return



Now that my scars are fading

Fading into whiteness

Fading into the distance

Fading the mindset that held me


The grip has let go of my throat

The pulling and dragging

Of sharp objects

Has seized completely

I will let these scars fade

As I’m supposed to