A young child, no older than eight/ subjected to many years of torture/ and a lot of flying plates/ screaming and yelling/ sharp stabs of pain/ no one would ever tell/ that their smile was in vain/ panic attacks alone in their room/ tempting thoughts of fleeing home/ all of this from an eight year old/ by the time they reached ten/ the light was nearly gone/ 'you're not good enough, are you even trying?'/ and much like the flick of a light switch/ everything had gone/ 'what if I were to die, would they regret it then?'/ a plan had all been set/ they were to die by sunset/ the attempt had been a fail/ two years later at the age of twelve/ questions had begun flying/ was all really well?/ 'I haven't been happy/ for quite some time now'/ 'nonsense, you're over reacting/ you're only twelve'/ panic attacks began again/ and they started to lose friends/ one by one they left/ to find someone way better/ skip a few years/ they are now at the ripe age of 14/ meals were skipped/ weight and grades dropped/ their health thrown away/ little metal blades opened up their flesh/ vomit would have to be flushed/ the thought of death returned again/ no one would miss the messed up kid/ yellow pills were stolen/ enough to take a life/ hidden in their room/ along with little knives/ everything was set/ death was soon to come/ their mind was a disaster/ thoughts were their gun
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PoetryPoetry that I have written during my worst moments, every poem is mine unless stated otherwise. [HUGE TRIGGER WARNING LIKE SERIOUSLY HUGE TRIGGER WARNING DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERED EASILY]