She is a girl, her mind in a whirl
Does she know who I am?
She’s been call mad and demented
Her life is such a sham
She cut’s her arms to pieces
Her legs and her tum
If only she was smarter
She’d keep this from her mum
She wishes she was normal
Just like everyone
She wishes she could disappear
But then they would have won
She thinks she is going crazy
Bashing her head against a wall
She feels so very stupid
So meek and so small
She cry’s her self to sleep at night
Tears running down her face
Self loathing, hate and despair
Emotions that have no place
I wish I could reach out and touch her
Make a change to her life
Tell her everything’s going to be okay
Ease her of her strife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I had a boy like that once and I just had to keep writing about him until we became friends - see my poem Wounded Boy...... I like this it's raw honesty is beautiful hang on to that girl with both hands she's real 10