First it was just attached
On the wrist
Like anyother bracelet
And then I grew a part of me
Of my wrist
No longer just a bracelet
A dark part of me it became
Whispering
All the right words to me
Whispering one, two three
To me
And I would do it in a sec
And I looked down at it
At my wrist
Seeing it turn to blue
It turned bluer than blue
My tiny hand
And my head turned dissy
My vission becoming blurry
By the second
And people would occure
People that depended on me
My family
Who needed me to be strong
So I counted backwards
Removing it
To stay as a bracelet forever
YOU ARE READING
Flashback
Poetry[✓] I need to take back the light inside you stole - Demi Lovato Warrior
