2017

Tue, 06/25/2019 - 14:05 -- Brigid

Open the door

Get on my knees 

Lean over the toilet

Make a peace sign

And shove it down my throat 

 

It will sting

It will itch 

It will bleed

But in the end it will be a victory 

 

I’m bad at everything 

Everything except for this 

Eat, and eat, and eat

Then make it all leave

 

I want help more than anything

But don't know where to find it

 

Can I talk to my parents?

No, our culture doesn’t discuss emotions

Can I talk to my counselor?

No, she never has the time of day for me

Can I talk to my teachers? 

No, they’d tell my counselor

Can I talk to my friends?

No, I moved my senior year

Cliques were formed a long time ago, and they aren’t seeking new members

 

So I’m here by myself 

In a bathroom stall

Knuckles cut and bleeding 

Tears running down my face

Acid buring my throat with every breath I take

 

As painful as it is

It’s my only comfort 

In the loneliest of times 

It’s my best friend 

 

I get up

Tear off some toilet paper 

Dry off my hands

And open the door 

 

Someone asks if I’m okay 

I say yes

They don’t believe my lie

So I just pray that they don’t tell anyone

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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