Self Destruct

Self Destruct

A Poem by Viccy Rogers
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It started with a pencil sharpener...

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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 Rogers


Author's Note

Viccy Rogers
Please comment, any tips appreciated and will return any reviews :)

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A strong and raw piece! I like it!! It has that taste of Newness and it intrigues me. I love the way you wrote this,the old format has always worked and I love that you have tried and achieved the poetic part.
And your poem self has it's own story and it grows and allures me.

I think you did your best here and its good! And you get this story out and realism And excellent wright just keep on writing and reading Good luck and thanks for sharing :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Viccy Rogers

10 Years Ago

Thank you for reading and for the review!!:)
Carl Drake Barnard

10 Years Ago

It was my pleasure :)

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Added on July 7, 2014
Last Updated on February 6, 2020
Tags: Fiction, pain, drugs, grunge, teenager, dark, suicide, anorexia

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Viccy Rogers
Viccy Rogers

Manchester, United Kingdom



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