Crimson red fills the bowl and
I think I’m going to be sick.
With every thing spinning so
fast I cannot breath.
Walls closing in and everything
fades. Fashes of light come by, one,
by one. Feeling sleepy not knowing
your name. Not knowing mine.
There it is. my favorite thing of all this,
ah the feeling of pain is gone
from before and new form enters me.
Laying here waiting for you to
come home. I open my eyes and see
flashes of you and me from
before you went. You walk inside.
You call to me and wait for an answer.
You hear small light breaths coming
from the bathroom. thinking it is me,
you walk down the hall with a smile.
the kind that makes your
knees go week. You walk in.
Oh god, is all you can think.
I’m trying to look up at you but
I can’t move. a cold chill
comes over me as you pick me up.
You say we are going
to the hospital and that
everything will be ok.
You rush me in.
Blood running down.
The nurse rushes you to a bed so
I can lay down. I can hear you
asking her something.
But I can’t make out the words.
I feel something cold and
wet touch my face then my arm.
I feel the prick of a sharp
object go in my right arm.
The nurse says that I need stitches
because the wound is to deep.
I feel the thread go in and
out through my arm.
And a band-aid go around and around.
After I have slept for two
days they let you in.
I can move
again and open my eyes.
You say that I got 76 stitches because
the cuts were way to deep.
And that I almost died.
I pull off the band-aid and look.
I see over 20 cuts and begin
to cry. You tell me its ok and
we will get some help.
About 5 years later.
We have two to deal with
ourselves.
Jake and Emma.
A beautiful baby boy and baby girl.
The scars are still there.
Some times I wish
I could go back 5 years and
change what
I did do so
I can make it right.
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