Less than a foot away
Sits the box of things
I so carefully hid from myself
A clean blade lies in there
An alcohol wipe
A wash cloth
Markers in case
I change my mind, but I'm
Not leaning
Towards the healthy route
Tips and tricks
Have not cured this.
I'm running a little low
On willpower
I have colored my skin
Memorized the lyrics to songs
Found 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 things
Breathed in and out for 4
Tried sitting really, really still
I cant look away
Tragedy calls my name
It shines in the lamp's light
My stomach turns and twists
Puke rises in my throat
I was clean for 2 years.
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I Was Once a Sunflower
PoesíaThis poem collection will be about who I used to be, searching for myself, and living when I didnt want to. They are sad, this description serves as my trigger warning.
