Fact or Fiction? Can you even tell?

And now...
It all falls apart.
What my scholarship didn’t go through?
What I have NO money for college?
What stupid rumors are being spread...
F**k.
F**k f**k.. I am too upset to
even think of a better word.

And this...
This is when I disappear.
My arm has another gash to
add to the stack. Just a moment
of furry spilled [slammed]
against me. And wow, how fast
was I at that dresser draw, the razor
open and glimmering in my hand.
So much blood way too fast.
Gauze, quick. Medical tape.
A little bit of “oh s**t, oh s**t”
To be ended with a nice white
bandage surrounding my arm.

I am okay. I am okay.
I am not on the verge of
tears again. It is all just too
much. Too fast. And too soon.

And now.
Now I go work an 8
hour shift with a smile
plastered on. So I can
come home and maybe
repeat some bad ideas.

 

Reviews

[Hunter Zabbai]

"Sometimes i think this cycle never ends,
We slide from top to bottom then we turn and climb again." - Death Cab for Cutie "Expo '86"

We all do things to cause little nicks that turn into cuts and gashes.
It is inevitable.

The amazing, reassuring, hopeful fact?

There is a Bandage that heals all and protects all, regardless of past, present or future.

[Life Inside Death]

all of your poems are so...true.
you hurt yourself one minute do your 9 to 5 then come back to hell
what a life we lead...

[Pink Poison]

Wow, I can feel this. Life is just one f*****g disappointment after the other, I've decided. I can SO relate to this, except I don't smile on my 8 hour shift. I look grouchily at my computer hoping everyone and everything will die. Sick? Yeah, but that's me in a nutshell.