Some periods stop me in my tracks before I even know what hit me I'm being attacked by my own body The end the period says you'll start again With a new word, new thoughts new ideas I'll bleed for days that seem like weeks this week everything is bleeding so that I can take a guilty pleasure in watching my own misery flowing from the wounds of my new addiction another replacement Lately instead of smoking I've felt like running kicking and screaming so I took it to the soccer field I'm bruised and battered and my heart still bleeds all over the image I used to have of me. I will be born again under a new light, I have no knowledge power nor beauty to offer I guess I don't make a good half to a pair so I will have to hold myself I will have to be my whole self I will always have me.
This poem reminds me of my little sister. It could definitely use some work, but the content is relatable, which is a good start!
