Treasure Island

Grace Llöyd


White lies


A stain upon her skin
That brings memories flooding back
The silver slash, the crimson flow
The smirks, the sweat
The release of pain
The release of conciousness
The surreal moments
The secrets, the suspiciousness
The little white lies
The painful little stabs
Upon her wrists
More powerful than a tattoo
A story more gruesome
As she falls asleep she cries
Alone and scared in her own home
Friends and family she can trust none
Silent pleas for help
No-one ever answers, they never do
For in there eyes she is useless
A rebel, attention seeking child
When the truth is she doesn't see the point
Of continuing, living, existing
Trusts only the darkness
That conceals her from the dawn
But even that comes to an end
Leaving her vulnerable once more

Submitted: Tuesday, December 01, 2009

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  • Jennifer Ottinger (12/1/2009 8:36:00 AM)

    Wow, this poem really speaks to me, it reminds me of many other situations within life that brings back bad memories. I believe I can deeply relate to this poem. I would hope this girl in the poem finds a good place to be in life. (Report) Reply

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