Hannah Hebditch


Broken Girl


I cradled your lifeless figure in my arms
Smeared blood across my fingers as I
Stroked your porcelain skin and
Dark hair back over your glassy eyes

I’m afraid now, I was always afraid
When you visited home, you could barely move
You used to lay collapsed on the wooden floorboards
Closed eyes, without a smile
I was never sure whether to pry open
Your eyelids that were jammed shut so tightly
Or leave you thrown there
Your back arched over legs, head fallen
Kind of like the doll I threw out when
I was little, hideous thing it was

Oh though really, you’re beautiful, just too broken
I wanted to let you know that, but every time
I looked at you, I thought you would cry, I
Thought your heart would start to crack open
And your hurt would bleed over me as well,
I didn’t want that
I realise, it was never your fault
You were just a little girl, stuck in a hospital bed
With no life except your limp body hiding under
Pale sheets and blankets
(You always said you felt the cold rushing through you)

And when I finally had the courage to
Get you flowers and hug you tight
You were gone, lying there next to a gun
You lost hope and gave up so
Here I am holding you tight,
Loving you like you always wanted
Stroking your dark hair over your glassy eyes
So that you can’t see how sick you were,
How dead you are

Submitted: Monday, April 01, 2013

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