He lies on his back
Hands behind his head
Counting the stars as he wonders
If he’d be better off dead
Lost.
A breeze whispers through the trees
Caressing his tear stained cheeks
He will not close his eyes
Won’t even allow himself to blink
Confused.
His face still stings
That’s where his mother’s fist hit him
The bruises on his body
Draw a picture of the pain deep within
Helpless.
And with yearning for some control
He’d take a blade to his skin.
Its his fault his mother does this
That’s what she says every time she hits him.
Broken.
Now here he lies at the crossroad of his life
Wanting to die, wanting to live
But waiting for the tracks he lies on
To decide for him.
Author notes
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Comments
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Hey I really love this write. Its writen in a nice, simple, yet creative way. Should be proud. By the way, where abouts in aus are you from?
Sammie xox
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sad...like i wish i could help and make it all better...i want to hug you and dry your tears...good job though...it was great
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you have a gift. this is great, it puts a picture in the readers head, and it is very very emotion.
which i like by the way.
it makes me feel pretty AMAZING because this poem is AMAZING. good job.
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Oh my goodness..I really love this poem..You have an ability to really show the raw emotion behind those words. Kudos to you!
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