Destroyed Poet

hole in the ceiling

She always told me she wondered what lived inside the hole that hung from her ceiling, but I never knew what hole she talked about. She texted me how she wrote happily ever after on pure skin, but I thought the pure skin was paper I had no doubt. One day she gave me a piece of paper. It was folded neatly with a big red kiss marking resting on top. I asked her what’s it for and she just popped. She left. All she left me with was a piece of paper and a smile. I was able to read the stories written over her body how depressed and upset she was with herself. After she left me monsters flooded my head with whispers of me joining her. I looked at my skin pure and smooth. All it took was one smile, one word, one blade, and one thought that began my journey. I looked at the hole in my ceiling curiously and smoked depression, got drunk off of sorrow, pop pain, and inject myself with suicidal thoughts. All it took was 84 cuts until I made my decision to finally visit my friend. I went through the hole in my ceiling and fell into a world of darkness’ opened my eyes and here I am in this room with doctors in my face. “It is okay baby girl you’re going to a better place.” Why would you do this to your pure skin now that you’ve done this you’ve committed a sin. I wanted to cry knowing soon I’m going to die. I got a glance of my thin body there was a voice in my head, but it was disembodied.  Finally you’re going to die tell your family goodbye. I made it out alive I can’t believe I went through all this pain and still survived. I’m trash you can’t recycle my thoughts are so suicidal. Life can do terrible things I’m just a puppet with broken strings. It's the end that I wish was near but the letdown is the only thing I fear.