Burn Pics
Teenage love
little girl thinking
first betrayal that felt enough to give a
burned a pile of pics
in a ceremonial teenage way
I took the bottle of pills that I had been saving for such a day
i closed the door to my room
i took the pills with a glass of water
i laid down on my bed and waited
the firs uncomfortable feelings came from my the pit of my stomach
i felt dizzy i slipped into darkness
days later woke up sick as hell
i had to crawl to the restroom
i could not walk
no one there to ask whats wrong
i was not in the hospital
i was going to have to face it myself
My Mom said she was afraid to go into my room because she didn't want to find me dead. How caring, what about trying to save me... she didn't she would be passive and let me face my concequences, not to be mentioned or question again.
face it you are alone.............
Copyright © Sally Zaragoza | Year Posted 2022
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