Self MedicatingA Poem by ForeverNever
In loving memory of Bryson Allen <3
I sit all alone on my batoom floor
My head in my hands and my back against the door
My crimson paint clors the bleach white ground
I'm waiting to die or maybe be found
I'm reaching out for help, but no one sees
I'm crying out for someone to save me
My cuts are all in obvious places
Sadness covers both my faces
I'm isolating myself away from you
I'm alone, cutting and slicing, it's true
This one kid I knew took his life
What's it matter if it was by gun or knife?
But all I keep thinking about is that poor little kid
And wishing I had the guts to do what he did
But maybe I do and maybe I could
Be that little white girl who died in the hood
Drive by or overdose?
Would probably be asked the most.
Who'd ever figure
That I didn't do either
But I took a knife and sliced away
Bleeding and emptying my life today
I sit in a corner, dying yet trying.
To be strong and leave without crying...
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© 2012 ForeverNever
Added on June 24, 2012
Last Updated on June 24, 2012
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