Lisa Matthews

Rookie (7 March 1993 / Rotorua)

Lonely Girl - Poem by Lisa Matthews

I wrote this for my special friend Katrina Jacobson before she died

Stained by deciet
Ruined by hate
Abused by man

Wandering the streets
Starting to reek
Alone in the gutters of Manhattan
Father's a glutton
Mother's a drunkard

I see the pain in her eyes
Losing herself as time goes by
Ran away from the hate of a family gone mad
Can no longer tell what's good or bad

Knife in her pocket
Can't stand to dropp it
Too scared to think
Smells like mink
Hiding in a back alley, in her mind

Consumed by hate
It's too late
Too late
Too late to go home

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  • (10/11/2007 6:57:00 PM)

    wow...thats very deep...nothing really to say (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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