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Oct 2013
Shame falls like rain
Spilling over my lips
Mud in my clothes
Blood in my eyes
Burning my cheeks
As it falls

Rocks of disappointment
Shattering as they fall
On my downcast shoulders
Straining against the weight
Of others' expectations

Dreams escape their chains
Turning to nightmares of
****, death, and violence.

Wishing for razor blades
More and more
Drawing lines across corners
Representing potential cuts.
First poem I've written in treatment.  I hate it here.
Sara Ackermann
Written by
Sara Ackermann  23/F/New Richmond, Wisconsin
(23/F/New Richmond, Wisconsin)   
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