After a particularly hard day
I found relief in a particularly sharp blade
As I lay in bed
With sobs racking through my body
I sought comfort in the pink blanket
I was swaddled in as a baby
And the tattered rag doll
I never let go as a child
As I clutched them for dear life
With tears streaming down my face
I fell into a restless sleep
But when I woke up
I saw blood staining my blanket and doll
The same blood from my ****** wrist
And I realized
At fifteen
I was no longer a child