when I was young *trigger warning*

do not read if you are easily triggered by reading about self-harm

when I was young, they told me to call if I was hurting

I called

no one came. 

when I was young, they told me to cry if I was in pain

I cried

no one listened. 

my calls turned into cries, my cries to screams, and my screams fell

silent.

my silence turned into razors

razors into blood

blood into regret

I regret what loneliness turned me into

I regret believing everything they told me

when I was young. 

Reviews

[AZanArtist]

Beautiful just beautiful. When my cousin was adapted from Ukraine she wore a smile as large as sin. She pretended everything was fine but she wasn't. Since she was in America now she beleived she had to fake happiness although I could see the depression surfacing. We found out that she lived a tough life in Ukaraine,she had been through hell and back.The things she went through still haunt me. She cried for help in the orfanage but not one person came to her aid even when she had the large cuts on her wrists. Your poem reminded me of her struggle for which I will never forget. You have a new fan.

[Kristen]

thank you thank you so much

[gabiaimee]

You have turned something I have been feeling into words that I couldn't. People will always tell you that they care and that you can always call but when you do they are nowhere to be found.

[Kristen]

thank you so so much xx

[Valkyrie Warrior]

I have been there and I feel your pain. Beautiful poem!