My purse wraped over my right sholder,
As I clench it tightly, walking to the bathroom.
I can no longer handle the pressure and stress of being a teen.
I need sometime to release it, some time to escape.
Into the bathrrom I open my purse inside a stall,
And pull out my plastic pink razor.
One cut leads to an epidemic on my arms.
Blood runs from its wounds, off of my fingertips.
With my left arm outstretched and my mouth opened wide.
I have to clench my teeth to prevent from screaming.
I open my purse once more.
Placing the razor back in.
I'm prepared this time.. With alchohol and cotton balls!
Hovering over the toilet, I pour the cold sanitizing liquid.
It burns more than walking over hot coals.
Grabbing the cotton and patting my arm, I freeze.
Someones in here, My teacher is looking for me.
She asks if Im ok. "Oh yes! I am perfectly fine."
I pull down my sleeve and exit the stall,
With my purse clenched tightly.
I leave this bathroom; My sanctuary,
Until next period, my next hell,
Where the ritual will begin again!! |