Age 5
Mommy I fell and it hurts
Where
So you show her your knee, arm etc
And she makes it all better
Age 9
Momma I fell and it hurts
Where
So you tell her while she looks down at her phone, glass etc
Go get some ice
And you make it better
Age 15
Mom I fell and it hurts
Where
My leg but I'll make it better
Age 19
You don't fall down anymore you fall in love. You fall into a cycle of depression and hurt and broken promises and lies. And nobody ever asks, where. So you look at your tear stained face in the shattered bathroom mirror and ask yourself
Where and you point to your pounding head, your empty stomach, your broken heart, your bleeding wrists and scarred thighs. And you tell yourself, I'm gonna make it better, you grab your bottle of antidepressants and your parents vodka and make it better by ending the pain, the voices and your life all at once.
Age 20
I'm sorry I didn't see it sis, I'm sorry I couldnt help, I'm sorry I called you dramatic, I'm sorry I told you I didn't care about you, I'm sorry for calling you ugly, and I'm sorry I couldn't help you live to see your 20th birthday.
Love, baby sis
YOU ARE READING
empty nights
Poetrythis is what's really happening behind your bedroom door, what you feel but can't express without being seen as strange. don't worry, cause darlin I'm a mess too.
