Mar 30
Blood
Pours
Down
Onto
Skin
Pain
Pain
Pain
I am alive
I am screaming for help
It is silent
Like my cry
Why
Why
Why
I think it’s gotten to the point
Where only poetry can save me
Pours
Down
Onto
Skin
Pain
Pain
Pain
I am alive
I am screaming for help
It is silent
Like my cry
Why
Why
Why
I think it’s gotten to the point
Where only poetry can save me
I did something that reminded me of my dad, and it was just too much.
(13/Gender Questioning/NJ)
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