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“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 don’t 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.”
©2007-2009 ~anime-crazed
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Author's Comments

For English class

Well, we had to pick a line from one of Naomi Shihab Nye's poems, and use that line at the top, then write a poem.
Pretty simple.
I had fun making this poem XDD

Umm... The inspiration? I actually had a dream where I was screaming, and how during the weekend, some drama came along and I hate the guy that did this to me now, so ... Yeah XD My dreams help me with these things <3

You can interpret it however you like. <3 Thanks for reading it anyways X3

© Anime-Crazed 2007

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:iconxxlulu:
Hm... sounds familiar XD

(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, :+fav: because I am TOO familiar with invisible scratches and pain that no one else sees and clawing at my skin =///
*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!


--
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could Chuck Norris?
:iconanime-crazed:
XD Of course it does. Durr~ Unless you were one of the few that didn't pay attention to it. ((Though, Mickelson gave me a weird look while I was reading it. Nice~))

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 =D
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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