Dayna Raven Poet Narrative

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?

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Jan Allison June 4, 2016 at 12:34 PM Your poem touched me deeply Dayna - I worked with a student who self harmed - her parents were divorcing and she was in emotional turmoil - she said she did it to prove she was still alive - this was about 6 years ago but the memory is still so fresh in my mind:-( hugs Jan xx Dayna Raven June 4, 2016 at 7:56 PM Thanks, I haven't done it in over a year ( I'm 16 almost 17 ). But, scars still remain. It's a hard thing to talk about. I hold it close to my heart.

Skat A June 4, 2016 at 12:39 AM WOW, this is so good, Dayran. SKAT

Poet Destroyer A June 3, 2016 at 11:46 PM Nice way to end the poem. LINDA

Probir Gupta June 3, 2016 at 10:35 PM Well penned twists and turns of thoughts in mind...enjoyed the write....