2 1/2cm long
5mm wide
So much blood
I need a new
Bigger band aid
It bled through
It's my fault really
That its bleeding
so much right now
I picked at it
So much blood
I was in the shower when I cut it
I had to get out so I just shut the water off
I made the cut
Dragged the blade across it
Over and over again
It stung and hurt at first
But at a certain point
I couldn't even feel it
All that was there was
The sound of the sharp blade
Ripping my flesh
Deeper and deeper it got
Wider
And I wanted it that way
I wanted it deeper than
Last time
Deeper than my deepest cut
And I succeeded
But not quite
While I was cutting it
Several times, my parents
Yelled and knocked on the door
Telling me to get out
I cut real deep
I stuck my finger in it
Almost getting the whole fingertip
In the cut
I ran it along the gash
Warm blood flowing out
And that did it
The wonderful high feeling
I loved it
I silently laughed
Breathing rapidly (in a good way)
Closed my eyes
I was so shaky from it
That I could slice anymore
I stood up
Looking at my leg
Drenched in blood
My fingers
Red
I took the washcloth
Cleaned myself up
My dad pounded on he door
"Get out of there!!!"
"Okay."
Scared, I hurriedly grabbed my blades
Wiped them off as I stepped out of the tub
Set them on the counter
I turned the sink on and rinsed the cloth quickly
I was trying to get my clothes together
When my dad
Pounds on the door as hard as he can
I scream
He shouts the meanest he's ever
I cry out, "okay, I'm sorry."
I rush as fast as I can
Shaking and hyperventilating
Getting weak and numb
Scared, frightened, afraid
I thought he was going
To break down the door
Beat me
I finished my chores
Brushed my teeth
All in the bathroom
I was so frightened
I kept my head down
My lips sewn shut
As I made my way
Up to my room
Tears and sobs
Spilled from my body
I was having a small
Panic attack
I thought he would
Break down the door
And slap me
Knock me down
Kick me
And punch me
Beat me
I've been quiet since
Very quiet
Lips sewn shut
I wish they were...
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Broken
PoetryA true diary... It's about my life. My stupid shitty life. The pain and misery, loneliness and depression. In real time. Real things that happen to me and real feelings and thoughts.