I remember the tears soaked into my sleeves,
The blood on my thighs soaked through the hospital sheets,
They moved me in a room that was dark and small,
A bed in the middle and a TV on the wall,
I didn't get very much sleep that night,
I just couldn't, no matter how many times I closed my eyes,
I tossed and turned so much in that bed,
A million bad thoughts going through my head,
It was just tears and tears, I swear I could've drowned,
They never cleaned my cuts, my blood dried on the ground,
From how I sat in the corner of the room,
My clothes stuck to my skin just like glue,
My knees folded into my chest,
My head against the wall, I couldn't seem to find my breath,
My grandma came to visit, I remember how much she cared,
She held me close, and told me that I gave her more gray hair,
In the morning, when I looked in the mirror,
My eyes may have hurt, but I couldn't see clearer,
The person I saw wasn't sad, but empty,
And the only thing I could think was, "this isn't how it was supposed to be."
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PoetryThese are my poems. I'd appreciate it if you didn't steal any of them because they're very personal. That's pretty much it. I hope you guys like them.
