the belt. (pt.1)
You should have been here , mother.
You do not understand.
I cannot breathe, nor can I sleep.
Have you noticed, mother, that I will not eat?
I am failing, mother.
I am nearly gone.
No one can hear my answers
When they ask me what's wrong.
Through my eyes they still can't hear
The screams of my head
When I rip out my hair, mother.
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This is part one of my 'the belt.' poem. In this section, someone is facing neglect while they are suffering from something very painful and stressful. This is number two in my collection 'Finding Strength in Stories Untold' by tiny willow. WARNING: THIS POEM CONTAINS SENSITIVE CONTENT THAT MAY BE DISTURBING TO OTHERS. This poem is from the absolute darkest seemingly rock-bottom pit in my life. It is in no way encouraging suicide, or suggesting substance abuse, etc. If any readers are relating to this poem or have any thoughts of suicide or self harm OR if you know a friend or anyone at all who feels this way, please call 1-800-273-8255. My intended purpose for this poem is to warn others of how serious this issue is as I went through it at a time. I felt that my family was neglecting the situation which only drove me farther. So please, please pay close attention to your loved ones actions, expressions, and LISTEN to them when they call out. Nothing is more important. Thank you.