I Couldn’t Cope

POETRY

I learned to hate parties when I was young

They were tainted as much as I was

It felt like dying every time

I was no older than 5 then

But I tried to heal by forgetting

Puberty brought it to the forefront

But I tried to heal by hurting

Myself

Again at 19

Again

Another part lost

I’ve tried saying goodbye with my own hand

No longer fearing, no longer believing

In “my maker”

It would have made no difference

I’ve always been in hell

Punished for being born

With parts that go in