On the corner she sat by herself,
Thinking what in the world was happening to her.
She was being showered with love by those around her,
Yet she felt so broken, lost, and disheartened.
She stood up and made her way to her drawer,
And there she found a cutter.
For hours she stared at her wrist,
Contemplating whether not to or to slit.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoetryWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
