POEM & PHOTOGRAPH FROM NOVEMBER 2009 (Age 23)
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This is me when I'm suicidal.
This is me with a broken finger
because I beat myself over the head
with a flashlight in a drunken rage.
This is me smiling.
This is me hiding the slash marks
down my thighs.
This is me with a broken heart.
This is me with a drinking problem.
This is me when I'm suicidal,
and I look pretty normal... Don't I?
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