I know a girl
who wears a silver chain bracelet.
It dangles from her pale wrist.
I don't know why
but it makes me smile.
The next day
She had a gold chain bracelet.
She came to school looking worn.
Now she has two bracelets that
dangle from her pale wrist.
A few days after
she had a black chain bracelet.
It dangled from her pale wrist.
This continued for months
until her pale wrist was covered
with dark chain bracelets
And one day
I saw the silver bracelet move.
Beneath was a scar.
I took her hand
and moved the bracelets.
Beneath were many, many scars.
I smiled at her, saddened.
The scars aren't beautiful,
they're painful.
I wish I was there for her.
She won't have to wear
anymore bracelets that
dangle from her pale wrist.
YOU ARE READING
We're All Mad Here
PoetryJust a series of poems. A series of words. A collection of stories. A collection of feelings. I think I've explained enough, it's up to you to read on.
