Poem

when my clothes bleed

i curse you; i curse you when i take those pills

i curse you when i have to drag myself out of bed every morning

i curse you for screwing me up

i curse you for not knowing what you wanted

i curse you when my clothes bleed in the washer

another day

i hope someday you get to read this

i hope someday you come to know what you put me through

i hope someday you will look into my eyes and tell you are sorry for screwing me up.