That NightA Poem by Amanda TrerotolaThis poem may be triggering to some who have recovered from self-harm or are going through it. View at your discretion.The cold white walls enclosed me, A television was the only object in reach White coat chatter echoed the walls Screams in my mind itched like a flea "How did I get here?" This madness seized my mind The metal frame hugged my body Along with lacerations on my legs and arms The doctor said, "I don't want to see you here again" Petrified, I replied, "You won't" That night, I kissed my razors goodbye.
© 2018 Amanda TrerotolaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAmanda TrerotolaAboutWelcome to my page, my name is Amanda. I always had a joy for writing, but stopped for many years until I stumbled across my old poems. Figured, I would start writing again. My dream is to write a.. more..Writing
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