Still a sophomore in high school with a whole lot of stress
through some days in depression
I cut once, then twice, until my entire arm is crimson
I wanted to do it because it made me happier, you know from all the stress
My mother yelled at me in a text
It just added more to the situation
For talking to her behind her back,
how did she even find out this time? What else am I to do?
Nothing but cut, cut and cut again until my arm turns crimson
I promised so many people,
that i would try to hold on
my best friend; teachers; girlfriend; other
But I did, I cut and I'm still doing it, until I see black
YOU ARE READING
A Teacher's Dream
PoetryPlease note that this book is for a contest entry and is solely based on real life, my life to be in-fact and was written by a tenth grader (me), and inspired by a tenth graders dream (mine). ---------------- This isn't just a dream come true for me...
