And so I sit

This poem is about a girl who was self harming and thought she could control it. Things got out of hand and she took her own life. This could happen to anyone. Please be careful and continue living :)

And so I sit

I sit here in the corner of my room

In the corner of my room I sit

I sit here and cry

I dig into my back pocket

In my back pocket is my friend

I hold him

I caress him

Just one more time 

I can control it

NO

It's an addiction

Something that begins 

With an intentional infliction

To the skin

Burning

Cutting

Bruising

When will it end?

All these questions

That need answers

I can't comprehend

Why?

What kind of person am I?

The little kid who runs away

From their problems

And cries

And so I sit

I sit here in the corner of my room

I have pills in my hand

And nothing to do

I'm trying to stay strong

But I just can't fight

I hate how this happens

Every single night

I open the bottle

I open my mouth

I prepare myself

Just swallow

I'll be dead

In 3...

     2...

    1...

And so she sits

She sits her lifeless body in the corner of the room

She had pills in her hand 

And nothing to do

She had the opportunity

So she took it

She had a choice to live

But she decided to overlook it

This lifeless body 

Is propped up on the wall

In the corner of the room.

Author's Note

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