Her stitches must be invisible.
Clawing away at her skin,
She bleeds.
The next day, she heals,
No scars to be shown. She cries,
Wanting help from the unknown around her.
We look for a wound, nothing,
There is nothing there.
Nothing is hurting her, yet
She claims she is being abused.
No bruises are shown, no cuts
To be sewn together.
She limps, blood follows her,
Yet no blood is there on her body.
She looks in a mirror, opens her eyes
To see what we cannot see.
She tells us about the scar under her eye,
Her left eye, but we dont see it,
Just skin is shown. She tells us
What we cannot see, while on her hands,
There is blood. She smashes the mirror,
Glass flies all around, while her hand
Is full of her own blood.
No cuts are there, just her blood.
Nothing is hurting her. There
Is nothing there. On her hand,
We look for a wound to heal.
She cries, wanting help from the people around,
No scars will be shown again.
The next day, we see her,
And her hand shows no cuts.
No scars, nothing.
She claws away at her skin in class,
And she bleeds.
She runs out, screaming, only
To come back healed, no blood shown.
We look, trying to find an answer,
But nothing is hiding them from us.
Her stitches must be invisible.















Comments
(no really.. when you read this in class, I was deeply moved =/
almost to tears, but i ain't no little girl Dx
..despite my own poem's title XDD)
Anyway,
*hugs* Thank you for writing this. I appreciate your honest heart, and I love you, Janelle~<3
</sappy>
LET'S GO PUSH OLD LADIES AND STEAL CANDY FROM LITTLE KIDS AT THE PARK!
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How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could Chuck Norris?
Don't cry! I try not to, and not make people moved by it or anything. Just for people to read / listen to them X3
But I am ... glad? ... that you were moved by this X3
XD I love your title though.
Ah~ I love how people connect with poems X3 It's a nice thing to know about
And I love you too, Lulu~ <3
And you are welcome <3
Alright! TO THE PARK! *batman music*
Maybe the old ladies will have walkers so you can just kick the walker or trip the walker so they break a wrist or something XDD Stupid brittle, boney, old women XP
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I had a stiffy for the stiff in front of me ;D
-- Voltaire
-- Song: Zombie Prostitute
75% of you will read this right now. 20% of you will not. 5% will get confused and run into a wall.
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