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In my younger years I was in darkness yet trying to hide from it. I kept my hair short and my body ***** I dressed like a boy and tried my best to be the smelliest kid. At night in my room before bed I would sit and look at those parts of my body. Those parts I wished I didn’t have. I would then take my tiny little blade out of my tiny little tin And I would cut. I would cut tiny little patches of tiny little cuts All over those parts of my body If it's ****** and gross and I’m ***** and ugly Then why does he return every night
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Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC
How to make it Stop
In my younger years I was in darkness yet trying to hide from it. I kept my hair short and my body ***** I dressed like a boy and tried my best to be the smelliest kid. At night in my room before bed I would sit and look at those parts of my body. Those parts I wished I didn’t have. I would then take my tiny little blade out of my tiny little tin And I would cut. I would cut tiny little patches of tiny little cuts All over those parts of my body If it's ****** and gross and I’m ***** and ugly Then why does he return every night
This one is hard to share but it struck me hard today that it needs to be done.
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Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC
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