Treasure Island

Hannah Hebditch


Dear Someone


Dear someone,
Can you hear me crying?
And feel me dying
I’m only five
But gripping onto the edge of my life
Won’t you help me?
Stand me back up and let me run free
All I want to see
Is me forever with my family
I can’t walk because my bones are weak and breaking
But I can talk a few words, “my life is failing”
Please, set up my boat and start sailing
Help others that are falling off the railing

Dear someone,
Can you feel what it’s like to almost be dead?
Or even to continuously have needles pricking your arms and legs
What about the hope running through my head
But really I know, everyday I’m burning away to less and less
Please stop the burning
It really hurts
Save my life from churning
It won’t damage you, just make you a better person…

Submitted: Friday, March 29, 2013
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  • Titi Dale (4/1/2013 12:25:00 AM)

    When you feel your end you want your enemies to help save you, even if it costs you your pride. Death is a funny thing, but not in the laughing kind of sense: P nice work! I'm sure you'll get better if you keep it up... (Report) Reply

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