That Night

This 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. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[alanwgraham]

I think it's a very strong and honest poem Amanda. You have some great lines and images here - 'white coat chatter'. I must mention that I don't get your use of posterior in line 1 but it might just be me. I was in a similar situation last year so I identify strongly with it.
Well done for sharing.
Alan

[Amanda Trerotola]

Thank you so much. I am glad my writing resonants with you. I truly hope things are looking on the up for you.

I will reread line 1.