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At age 2, I learned what abuse was when I seen my grandfather hit my mother. I still remember the tears in my mother's eyes. At age 5, I was made fun of for the first time. To this day I still remember that day and how insecure they made me feel. Their words still echo in my head sometimes. At age 9, I got called fat, So I started skipping meals. At age 11, I cut and burned my skin for the first time. To this day when I look at myself in the mirror I can still see those scars. Little did I know that one cut can lead to mortifying addiction. At age 13, I almost lost my mom to cancer. I told this girl about it and I was called an attention ***** To this day, I think twice before I even speak.   At age 14, I realized what I was doing and tried to stop the destruction of my own body. But it was too late; I had already built so people walls around my heart that I could even break.
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
The story of my life told at 2:30 am
At age 2, I learned what abuse was when I seen my grandfather hit my mother. I still remember the tears in my mother's eyes. At age 5, I was made fun of for the first time. To this day I still remember that day and how insecure they made me feel. Their words still echo in my head sometimes. At age 9, I got called fat, So I started skipping meals. At age 11, I cut and burned my skin for the first time. To this day when I look at myself in the mirror I can still see those scars. Little did I know that one cut can lead to mortifying addiction. At age 13, I almost lost my mom to cancer. I told this girl about it and I was called an attention ***** To this day, I think twice before I even speak.   At age 14, I realized what I was doing and tried to stop the destruction of my own body. But it was too late; I had already built so people walls around my heart that I could even break.
This is a really bad piece but I needed to let stuff out.
mel-ave
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
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