red fills the bowl
i'm going to be sick.
every thing spinning so fast
i cant breath.
walls closing in
everything fades.
flashes of light come by.
feeling sleepy
not knowing your name.
not knowing mine.
there it is.
my favorite thing of all this,
ah the feeling of pain is gone
a new form enters me.
laying here
waiting for you to come home.
i open my eyes
see flashes of you and me
from before
you walk inside.
you call to me
wait for an answer.
you walk in.
oh god
is all you can think.
i'm trying to look up at you
i can't move.
a cold chill comes over me
you pick me up.
you say we are going to the hospital
that everything
will be ok.
you rush me in.
blood running down.
the nurse rushes you to a bed
I
i can lay down.
i can hear you asking her
something.
but I can't make out the words.
i feel something cold and wet touch
my face
my arm.
i feel the prick
a sharp object
in my right arm.
the nurse says
i need stitches
the wound is to deep.
i feel the thread go
in
out
through my arm.
a bandage
around
around again.
i slept for two days
they let you in.
i can move again
open my eyes.
you say that i got
76 stitches
the cuts were way to deep.
and that i almost died.
i pull off the band-aid
look.
i see hundreds of cuts
begin to cry.
you tell me its ok
we will get some help.
3 years later.
the scars
still there.
some times i wish
i could go back 3 years
change what I did
i can make it right.
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Screaming
PoetryI fight the screaming, the fear, the embarrassing stupidity. I don't give in but. Sometimes it wins. Sometimes I lose who am I, I lose the ability to form to form to form sentences and thoughts wi which don't repeat the ability to form the ability...
