 | She told me she was sorry
she hadn't called last night,
I nodded
and sat down.
She said she was in the emergency room,
I looked up,
I guess in shock.
She said she couldn't make it stop.
I knew exactly what she meant,
the blood.
I don't know if she panicked
and told her mom,
or if someone just noticed, but
it doesn't really matter.
They were going to take her away until
she made her famous threat.
"I swear," she said,
"as soon as I get out I'll kill myself."
They wouldn't take the risk, but now
each week they'll check her arms and legs.
She smiles and taps her thigh,
"They won't look up here," she says.
I don't know what else she said.
So much was running through my head.
I imagined her lying in blood.
Her blood.
But I'm not afraid.
Her pain will end and I don't care
how much she hurts anyone else.
Some will say she's selfish,
but the selfish people are the ones making her stay.
Making her suffer.
They'll be the sorry ones.
They'll realize how much they hurt her. Why can't people
just listen.
Stop trying to control us.
They think they know what's best
but they'll be sorry, like the rest.
~Baby Blue |  |
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