Self DestructA Poem by Viccy RogersIt started with a pencil sharpener...
It started with a pencil sharpener that came apart
She only slit her wrists because she couldn't reach her heart She then stopped buying food so she could pay for cigarettes I watched her wake up every morning wearing last night's dress And so she wasted all away, from ribs to bones to broken I watched her wake up every morning wishing she hadn't woken She only played the songs that made her break down into tears And skipped the ones she used to like but hadn't heard for years Her parents called her home at night although she never came She stayed outside with strangers who refused to learn her name The lower she felt the higher she got to make it go away The feeling of her suffocating, every single day She died her hair and bought black clothes to show she didn't care She'd forgotten what it felt like not to have everyone stare Her pupils jumped from earth sized to lost in all the white One second on her tongue and she'd be gone for the whole night She left without a coat on though she knew that it would rain Because deep down she knew that things would never be the same Her bloodshot eyes would see the world as something else to lose She saw herself as just something for someone to abuse Her nose began to bleed and ache from all the things she did She shuddered when he told her she was just a little kid And yet he made her stay at his and repay all her debts In other ways than money that just hadn't found her yet She lived off smoke and chewing gum but when looking in the mirror She couldn't see that she was getting hauntingly thinner She tried to call for help but he took her phone in fear And so she cried to no one with her hand held to her ear No one mentioned anything of the bruises on her face She just put her hood right up to shadow her disgrace They found her hours later with some bottles by her side Of pills and drugs and all the things that hurt her tiny mind The hospital said that she'd be fine but I knew they were wrong If she'd attempted once, the next time couldn't be too long I was going to tell someone but then I thought it through For everything she'd been through I think I'd kill myself too. © 2020 Viccy RogersAuthor's Note
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