Five seconds, Five minutes of pain

Five was the age I knew I wasn’t like anyone else

At five I didn’t know if it was bad or good the way I felt

Five years passed and I still felt the same but was shunned for what people thought was unacceptable

Was being Bisexual bad?

Fifth grade came along and that's when it started.

The bullying, the taunting, the pushing, the fighting

Five gay comments became five cuss words, which then made me lose five friends each day

Five new bruises, five new scratches

Five seconds, five minutes, felt like five hours at recess

As the years went by the taunting got worse

The bullying got five times worse and so did the comments

Which caused five nights full of nightmares, five days I cried myself to sleep, five days of temptations to make pain go away

Soon enough the comments/bullying made me hurt myself

Five cuss words became five scars, five cuts, five pills, five new drops of blood

The number five became my worst enemy

Until...  

May fifth came along…

The day my life turned five times better

My sadness became to happiness the day I became a big sister

She was so cute, so tiny, so fragile

She made my five seconds, five minutes, five hours of sadness into five seconds, five minutes, five hours of happiness and excitement

The five days waiting for you to arrive home from the hospital

The five stuffed animals I bought you myself

The five pairs of disney socks I picked out for you to match your crib

Five minutes was once a temptation to leave this earth but now five minutes are a chance to be the best I can be for my sister

She is the reason five deadly scars, five hazardous pills, five life changing jumps became five pretty dolls, five bedtime stories, and five lullabies

She made the number five more meaningful, life changing, and most memorable number out there.