#DearType1
Dear Type 1, First time that I heard your name I didn’t understand Everything you’d do to me The needle in my hand I braced myself and winced As I jabbed it in my thigh Hands and breaths were shaky But still, I didn’t cry A chorus of “I’m sorries” Stuck to me like glue Mourning all I’d lost that day The life I thought I knew First time I went low I was playing with my friend Sweaty, shaky, terrified I thought it was the end You’re evil, sick, horrible Cruel in every way Forcing kids to consider that It might be their last day I had a picture in my head Of what my life would be But the hell I’m living Is nothing like my dream Everything is different now From how it was before Didn’t ask for my permission Before kicking down my door You took so much, everything But let me draw the line You can’t have my love for life That, at least, is mine Sincerely, Anne Pettigrew