The First Time
I was just 11
Alone in my room
It all happened
Right after school
Not a razor, no
But a dull knife
Resting in my hand
It felt just right
Cut right in my arm
So many times
In a place where
My parents could easily find
It wasn't deep
There was no pain
And when they saw
There was no shame
It was just to try
Just to feel
Just to know
That I was real
But if I had known....
The hundreds after
Would I have started
This disaster?
Copyright © Dayna Raven | Year Posted 2016
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