The life of me The first 16 years 2

Next in life I fell from high
More than 20 feet up in the air
I was nimble and often spry
And I was climbing without a care

I lost my grip and feel for ages
Breaking branches in my fall
My life before me in many stages
Laying there before it all

Unconsciousness washed over me
I did not feel the slightest pain
I was so happy to still be
With no clue how close to slain

Just beside where I had lain
Was a jagged rock in ground
A foot or two is just so plain
But it would have been a wound

Now instead I moved on
Another stage in time
I lived to see another dawn
My life was on the line

Next in life came this event
A date in close with thorns
Kids used me just to vent
Each little one with horns

So I was pushed into the bush
Not the slightest time to move
I toppled with the slightest push
Each thorn carving another grove

I left that day with many scars
My parents still don’t know
Each time one cut I saw stars
Cutting me like baking dough

I healed and moved on past that
Just a stepping stone on water
Next came my dear friend matt
My god he liked to slaughter

We played many game that were fun
But many that were hellish
I’m so glad he had no gun
Those days I do not relish

He threw anything to knives
Testing my quick reflexes
Thinking I like cat had lives
And the quickness of foxes

Over childish wounds before
I grew and so did my mistakes
Things happened many times more
And I lived through all the stakes

The next set of wounds was after moving
Stolen from my closest friends
My condition far from improving
My life coming to its ends

So many times did my blood flow
Where my angel could not stop
My waist and hips did long glow
As my skin I did chop

One then two then three then four
Cutting for my losses
Cut for one friend then some more
The best ones were the crosses