I've become friends with the pearls, that gift
The beads on my wrist dig deep into my cuts
It's not too bad, I actually like it, it's
Reminding me of the pain I've come to lust
I want to close my eyes
That way I'll be blind for good
Because I feel like that now,
I really do, I really should
It hurts, but I relish in the pain
I'm not looking for reprieve, I'm looking for life
In my blood, there must be something
Something that's real, I can find with a knife
The lights burnt out today at school
I felt like that was my heart's last, the final straw
I know only one who'd miss me
The one who gave me the pearls, Grandma
I feel like the jewelry is the only thing I've come to love
Because anything else is just killing me slower
It's not making me stronger, this makes me weak
The bridge waters sound tempting, a deadly shower
Angela
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Pearls And Beads That Make Us Bleed
ŞiirA journal of Angela's story through her poetry.