The First Time - Poem (TW)

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The First Time I grow slowly By my sisters side Two She's so sweet I love my sister Myself I grow insecure I feel a constant off-ness Due to just Cutting contact With my mother Why did she not want me Why did she leave She hates me What did i do Why am i like this Crying and screaming in my head I sit on my bed Nine years old I get up Take the kitchen scissors And go back to my room Close my door And lock it I put the scissor blade Against my wrist I move the scissors Back and forth Making a small cut On my wrist I stop I don't do more I cry I get up And tell my step mother She cleans it And gives me a band-aid I feel better Except for the fact My parents say I did it for attention I feel its untrue I feel indifferent
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