Past- Number Two
You may know this, but if not:
When I was younger I was so confused and sad.
I'd sniff.
I would look for anything I could find.
I remember walking into the bathroom stalls in school and pulling out glue.
Locking the door to my room and huffing freshener.
Tears would go by just as time went by.
I'd try to be happy and come out of my shell
But once I tried I would get called out, I'd get beat.
I can still feel the hot towel on my leg. It burned, it boiled all the way to my bone.
A belt right across my back. The look on my mother's face and the sound of my father's voice. I'd panic. I'd run. I'd huff and I'd cut. Deeper and deeper. I'd bleed more and more. Flesh would fall off of me in huge clumps and I'd scream out but no one came. I fell into deep sleep. I slept for a day.
When I awoke I talked to my friend. She helped me through this time in my life and I couldn't ever thank her enough.
When I was younger I was so confused and sad.
I'd sniff.
I would look for anything I could find.
I remember walking into the bathroom stalls in school and pulling out glue.
Locking the door to my room and huffing freshener.
Tears would go by just as time went by.
I'd try to be happy and come out of my shell
But once I tried I would get called out, I'd get beat.
I can still feel the hot towel on my leg. It burned, it boiled all the way to my bone.
A belt right across my back. The look on my mother's face and the sound of my father's voice. I'd panic. I'd run. I'd huff and I'd cut. Deeper and deeper. I'd bleed more and more. Flesh would fall off of me in huge clumps and I'd scream out but no one came. I fell into deep sleep. I slept for a day.
When I awoke I talked to my friend. She helped me through this time in my life and I couldn't ever thank her enough.