My Little Poetry Book

1:24AM

And here I sit.
Alone.
Wondering what the fuck went wrong.
No tears in my eyes.
Not tonight.
But pain stinging on my wrists.
From where,
At 5:04PM,
I dragged the blade across them.
My grandmother found them.
The bloody washcloths.
And I walked away.
My dad chased me, in his car.
Oblivious to what happened.
I didn't talk to him.
But eventually I erupted.
I screamed at him.
Told him to put the in that place again.
All he wanted,
Was to
Talk.
I didn't.
Claimed I needed space.
But I'm reality.
They don't understand.
They never have.
And never will.
And here I sit.
At 1:24AM.
Wondering where
It all
Went wrong.
~Stormer