The Marks On My SkinA Poem by WolfyZara
As i bleed i think about a day
Where i get push,shove, and hit on the day worsen as i think about the punches and kickings in the locker room. The more i cut the more i feel alive The more i feel human When i think of a day where i walk down the halls hearing everyone calling names at me The more i cut the more i feel pain The more i feel joy As i cut i see marks on both my arms Full of red lines and the color of red everywhere As i bleed i think about a day Where i drop my books and everyone laughs as clumsy as i am i pick up my books and fell once again As i look at my skin i started to count 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12, I lost count and once more i counted again and again As i bleed i think about the day Where everyone tells me i'm useless I should die, I'm a waste of space I look down on my skin and see 4 new marks bleeding As i sit in the tub I realize i've gotten weaker I left a note where everyone can see The cold water running wetting my white dress I raise the knife and slash my arms As i sit there bleeding I remember my days Where i got push,shove, and hit on In my last thought i think of the most important person my mother As i bleed i look at my skin Marks everywhere Then darkness
© 2015 WolfyZaraAuthor's Note
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