eleanor martinson

disheveled on my bathroom floor

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

  • Author: eleanor martinson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • 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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