Treasure Island

Scarlett Outlaw

(23/02/1996 / Essex)

Round Two Times A Million

She did it again.
She thought that the cards would work.
They didn't, they just made her feel worse.
The cards reminded her of her past that she wanted to forget.

Her story is unheard, is unspoken,
Her past is unforgotten, forever in her brain.
She runs her hands through her hair,
She doesn't know what to do anymore

Her hands are shaking,
Her eyes are wet with the tears running down her face.
Her arms running down,
Wet with her own blood.

She cut again.
Her time has come,
Are you willing to listen to her sobs,
Hear her story?

She needs support, she feels lost.
She needs her family, her friends.
She is scared of being judged.
People calling her names.

She tried to take her own life,
She was ill for so many days, for so many nights.
She didn't know how to cope.
She was just lost.

She wants you,
She needs you.
She wants support,
She wants love.

I lie to you,
This girl is me.
Are you willing to listen to me?
Listen to my sobs?

Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2014
Edited: Thursday, May 22, 2014

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I am this girl. I am how so feels. I am lost.

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