Treasure Island

Kylie Archer


A Memory


There's this teenage girl
Who's living in a cold world
she feels so alone
Nobody cares enough at home
But she goes through everyday
With a smile upon her face
As if nothing happened yesterday
she has so many scars
on her wrists
And too much emptiness in her heart
All she wants is someone to notice
That she is falling apart
But nobody take the time
To ask her if she's okay
So she keeps it all inside and cries every single day
But soon that day will come
When she's all fed up and done
And the only things she'll be
Is a memory...

Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 25, 2013
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  • Cleveland Gibson (1/12/2014 3:53:00 PM)

    A very sad poem about self harm
    Rework this poem taking care with punctuation because that is what adds drama to any poem. (Report) Reply

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