we sit in a circle
some of us next to people we consider friends
the others far away trying to find some form of solitude in the group of teenagers
i sit there in a baggy brown sweater that covers my bandaged arm
the nurse tells me it'll heal just like time apparently heals all wounds
i state my name, age, and some ice breaker question that we'll soon forget about and how im feeling
then my turn is over and someone else is stating their own name
it's been years since i was sitting in that room with teenagers like me but i haven't forgotten them
the people i met there
or the smell of anti-infection ointment that was rubbed on to my arms
i still have the hospital bracelet they made us wear locked away but it's in my room somewhere as a reminder
a reminder of when we all had to state our names
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
things ill never say (poetry)
Puisipoems written about my trauma, past abuse, heartache, suicidal tendencies, and other things of that nature along with some lighter poems. most will be triggering. please read with caution.
