(First Grade)
I show up to school,
Bag on my back.
I find a group of friends.
We start playing tag.
Everything is good.
Everything is great.
I even kinda feel like
The happiest kid in the state.
It's now the third grade.
I meet Auntie Flow.
I go up to the teacher and say,
"Miss, I need to go."
She just crosses her arms.
She won't let me leave.
I sit back in the chair
And feel me bleed, bleed, bleed.
And when I stand up,
My chair is red.
The kids just keep staring,
And I wish I was dead.
Fast forward to first kiss.
I'm in seventh grade.
I didn't know it then,
But I was getting played.
There was this other girl,
I won't say her name.
We were polyamorous,
But was it just a game?
A little while passes.
She wanted to set me up
With the other girl we liked.
I ended up getting dumped.
Freshman year rolls around.
I have a nice friend group.
I have a nice boyfriend.
I even have a Girl Scout troop.
Well, as it turns out,
My boyfriend was a druggie.
Also, all he wanted
Was to take away my virginity.
Sophomore year.
Things start to collapse.
My friends are growing distant.
I start to relapse.
Cuts grow on my arms.
I feel like shit.
I finally know
My friends and I need to split.
I decide to look on TikTok,
And what do I see?
My friends are posting videos,
And some are about me.
As I watch and watch,
I start to feel sick.
They just talk shit about me.
It hits me like a brick.
And now I'm here,
Laying in bed.
I'm going through a lot,
But hey, at least I'm not dead.
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A New Beginning
PoetryIf you've seen me on Inkitt, hi. I'm back. This is my book of poems, but, as the title says, a new beginning. Follow my story through the poems I write.
