Dear no nameA Poem by trying_to_write
I wondered how long it would take,
for someone to notice. The harsh, swollen red lines peek out from beneath my shorts. They threatened to tell the truth I dare not speak. I called you a snitch. You “ratted me out”, to the counsellor. But really, you forced me to talk. Talk about how bad things were getting again. How sad I really was. I resented you for weeks. Weeks of embarrassingly, being called out of class. I had gotten so used to the phone ringing, I would leave class before the teacher even talked to me. The “walk of shame” down the stairs to the office, made me feel, defeated. After multiple appointments a week, for a few months, I promised myself I would stay clean, for as long as I possibly could. That was right before I broke, and brought my blades back out again. © 2019 trying_to_write |
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1 Review Added on April 9, 2019 Last Updated on April 9, 2019 Authortrying_to_writeVancouver, CanadaAboutI’ve never been very confident in my writing until I started sharing it. It helped me see that maybe I wasn’t a s****y writer? I’m only 16, I write a lot of poems and I’m reall.. more..Writing
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