I sit disheveled on the floor of my bathroom
winter is trying to kill me
the snowflakes that fall gracefully
pierce my skin
and I bleed out
you ask why I'm not at school anymore
I laugh and make a joke
how little you do know
I sit disheveled on the floor of my bathroom
watching my skin flake off
bit by bit
till there's nothing left
I watch the scars on my arms and neck
bleed out
I never wished for this
but I must live with this
I watch the doctors walk away
one by one
I stick in the needle
I wait, a day, a week, a month of agony
nothing
I sit disheveled on my bathroom floor
take the medication
I'm too tired to talk to you
I'm too tired to care
you ask, "why aren't you here"
I laugh and make a joke
as I sit disheveled on my bathroom floor
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Author:
eleanor martinson (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: November 9th, 2022 13:37
- Comment from author about the poem: I watch as the doctors walk away, they never know what to say.
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