I dug my own grave before I was grown
Dancing in the idea of death
Silence the voices
Silence my bones
I'm tired of bleeding
And ruining these floors
I cannot rest in this life
I need in a blanket of soil
Skin stained with stolen earth
Clinging to me like a mother
Weeping to drown the flames of hell
Because I perished without God's consent
I fell to my knees a thousand times
To beg for my final breath
My cries shattered the night sky
But never reached my Father
So, I found my own knife
And dug my own grave
I'm bleeding all over God's floor.
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Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
