Self Medicating

In loving memory of Bryson Allen <3

I sit all alone on my batoom floor

My head in my hands and my back against the door

My crimson paint clors the bleach white ground

I'm waiting to die or maybe be found

I'm reaching out for help, but no one sees

I'm crying out for someone to save me

My cuts are all in obvious places

Sadness covers both my faces

I'm isolating myself away from you

I'm alone, cutting and slicing, it's true

This one kid I knew took his life

What's it matter if it was by gun or knife?

But all I keep thinking about is that poor little kid

And wishing I had the guts to do what he did

But maybe I do and maybe I could

Be that little white girl who died in the hood

Drive by or overdose?

Would probably be asked the most.

Who'd ever figure

That I didn't do either

But I took a knife and sliced away

Bleeding and emptying my life today

I sit in a corner, dying yet trying.

To be strong and leave without crying...

 

 

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Author's Note

Thoughts anyone?

Reviews

[....]

such a sad read.....

[Emrys Realmskip]

Omg.. love this! A lot! sooo brilliant :)

[Boy of the red]

Sad but great write. Love the use of medifore

[RachelReaper]

yes, i do have thoughts. This poem's emotion was so real, I felt as if I was feeling your pain and it moved me to tears. The tone and mood are so intense and I could see the events unfolding in my mind's eye.