My Bark Poem by Benjamin Ziegler

Hello, my name is Benjamin Ziegler. From a young age I've always hurt myself purposefully in a variety of different ways. I was eventually hospitalized for this. This poem is based on the pain and suffering I felt before I as sent. Envision this next paragraph like a story. Ever since I was 10 I have cut myself and attempted suicide. I look at my friends while my sleeves are rolled up and fight back tears. It felt weird being so different, yet so similar to other kids my age. After a while my " roots" started " snapping under the pressure" . I couldn't continue faking I'm the same as other kids (the wind) . Through the next 4-5 years I kept under this pressure with my " branches and roots" slowly breaking. I felt less and less secure. It eventually got the the point I gave up, where I caved to the pressure, to where " the wind was too strong to fight" . All I could do is think about my life in the past before I turned 10 and think about how beautiful it was, how it " glistened" . After thinking about this so much, and the feelings of doom and despair. I gave up, I tried to kill myself again, all I could think is one last time every action I made of that day. At night I went and took a razor blade to my thighs and arms. I passed out due to the blood loos and pain. I woke up in a tiny puddle of my own blood. I feel this poem in visions this struggle deeply beyond any regular humans comprehension.