there’s this gaping hole
in my heart
yet they never noticed I was
bleeding.
my heart bleeds
a mess of jumbled-up
sentences.
they tell me this
sadness is
temporary
yet I see it in their eyes
the
concern
as the therapist asks me about the past four years
as my heart bleeds
a mess of jumbled-up
sentences.
more medication, she says
as if chemicals and logic can cure
emotions
as if a pill can stop the bleeding
my heart bleeds
a mess of jumbled-up
sentences.
no words
can explain
my pain.
-Lucy
My name is Lucy Danto. I am in the eighth grade at the McCullough Junior High School in Texas. Please, if even for a brief moment, let my voice be heard.
Her blood is engraved into these pages
Slowly unraveling the truth
Exposing every flaw in perfection
Every short-lived high
Every precocious low
Has driven the knife deeper into her lingering past
They told me that time would heal the wounds,
But they couldn’t have been more wrong.
No matter how many years pass,
Time does not heal.
Time buries baggage until you forget,
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