This is Me



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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