Treasure Island

Kirstie Duekett

(25/07/1996 / Perth Western Australia)

My Dear Friend

She is in her hospital bed,
slowly her tears begin to shed.

She thinks about last night,
about her actions in the fight.

She has had a break down,
after years of wearing this frown.

She wanted things to go away,
She just didn't know what to say.

She was scarred and confused,
but now it's another story of abuse.

Now the blame has no home,
and she is all alone.

The doctors give her more meds,
tell her for a while home is in the hospital beds.

She gets angry and sad,
doesn't know wether she should be confused or mad.

But that girl,
doesn't need to be judged it's just another life twirl.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, March 27, 2012
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