Abby Wesson

My December - Poem by Abby Wesson

agony and self destruction
a never ending worry
with tiny drops chasing down
into a winter flurry
friends cant stop my paper cuts
and though they wish they tried
had never thought to look up once
to see that i had died
i'll scrape and scar and cry again
all over my sheets
and into terror, i will drift
back into a sleep

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 25, 2010

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