I was bleeding,
heavily.
My sheets were ruined;
it was all I could think.
It
wasn't
like
the
movies.
Music didn't play
in the background
as Kyler
panicked around
my room.
Traffic didn't
slow
as we
rushed
to the
emergency room.
He didn't
hold my hand
as the doctor
confirmed
his
fears.
He didn't lay
in the
hospital bed
with me
as I laced
my fingers
through my hair.
He drove
me home,
walked me
to my bed,
and left.
I didn't wait up
to see him
stumble
into my room
at the
break of dawn.
I didn't
wake up
the next day
to a
house of mourning.
I woke up to facts;
my child was dead,
my boyfriend was hungover,
and I was suicidal.
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Ana in Wonderland
PoetryPreslee Taylor - it girl of Northwood High. Everyone adores her and wants to be her, except her. She hates herself, and starves herself, and cuts herself. She is at a constant battle with anorexia, bulimia, and depression. Will she win the fight for...
