a couple more months to a year
and everyday she had homework everyday
she completed it day after day
simply she would do her homework
pen
paper
and the ink that dragged out of the pen
is all she needed
her homework was different than everyone
yeah she has her math, english, history, science
but once she completed that homework
for her there was more to accomplish
now for ordinary people
pen
paper
ink
was just school supplies
but for Her it wasn't
pen is the razor sharp blade
paper is her scarred wrists
the ink is the crimson colored iron smelling thick rich blood.
for months on end everyday she was do her so-called homework
but for her that homework was mandatory
but the only credit she would get is for her being weak
and not handling mature-ly
when she saw that red ink
she was satisfied
she was a little relieved
at the siqht of her own blood
and yet no one was realizing she was just trying to escape
escape the human skin
she was trying to survive in
she couldn't live any longer
so she just kept surviving
with that red ink everyday
YOU ARE READING
You're Too Late, I'm Already Broken
De Todosorta poetry, i write it, just read it :p some parts are qoutes from a website WARNING: Trigger Alert!!!!!