From years ago she thinks to herself
how on earth was she able to manage
It started in fifth grade
Downtown on river street
Once it began she couldn't put down the blade
She thought terribly looking in the sink as blood streamed
She no longer could see as she started to fade
Insecure dearly
Confused and lost
Oppressed and depressed
SHE NOW SCREAMS WITH JOY
Thanking the gods
Thanking her inner sad self
For never giving up
She tells herself to be proud
Although she is still depressed
She knows that shit does not just go away
She saved herself
She never stopped running
Mostly, what she wants to say will be sad
But nonetheless she is going to scream it with bliss
THANK YOU, YOU MAGNIFICENT BEAST FOR NOT KILLING YOURSELF
YOU ARE READING
From years ago, weeks ago, minutes ago
Poetry5 years later, retrospectively reviewing her work... she's come a long way.
