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Paperclip

By , Oakland, MO
Ode to the paperclip
My downfall and my salvation
In a moment of pain I let myself slip
Only for it to return me to rationalization
The silver medal looped ‘round
In an illusion of perfection
In a moment of anger I fell to the ground
And created one stiff section
I pressed the tip against my shoulder
And waited for the red to flow
I thrust it down into my skin
And waited for the red to show
The pain never came in a satisfying way
As I had often been told it would
I only cried harder and fell farther into grey
Yet something began to be understood
The next day I went to my counselor
And confessed by lingering depression
After begging he called and talked to my parents
And I know longer felt I was the great deceiver
I’m reassembled, it is my time
I feel safe and loved and I live my life
I’ve moved far in a many day climb
From wanting to stop my heart with a single plunging knife
Ode to the paperclip
My downfall and my salvation
In a moment of pain I let myself slip
Only for it to return me to rationalization





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