January 7th, 2011
Falling to the floor
In shock
No idea what happened
I look up at the wall
I shake in pain
And grab my head
My hands come down wet
My hands came down red
I run to the bathroom
The bleeding won’t stop
The pounding so loud
The people surrounding me
The questions won’t end
And as soon as they do
The sirens take me away
To another place
They say I’ll be okay
What better day to share the story of the events that transpired on 4/11/2003, and how I got what I like to call my “Harry Potter” scar.
Doll Poetry 