I committed suicide
but not in the ways you think
not with ropes,
or piIls,
or blades
I've been committing it,
slowly, every day,
in the things I don't say,
in the smiles that fade
before they reach my eyes
I've been killing myself in the quiet ways in skipped meals,
in broken sleep,
in letting go of the things
I once cared about.
I committed suicide in the silence,
where no one hears.
where no one sees, just me, alone, with a heart that stopped
beating for itself.