Please doctor, help my little girl.
There a large shard of glass... a story beginning to unfurl.
Upon her soft abused wrist, from the hurt she tried to resist.
However nobody knew, that it was her own mother
whom caused her such pain as no other.
Such pain to hurt herself, To hate herself
To wish that she was dead.
Every day she laid in bed,
crying out her eyes.
For every day her parents fed her many lies.
She tried to peel the bandage
of despair from her soul.
But nobody knew,yes, nobody knew of all the hurt,
emptiness growing large, into a black hole.
Author notes
*sighs* I could do so much better than that. ^^;;;; So yeah I wrote this poem for ze contest.
A contest entry
- Peel Away The Band-Aid by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended March 8, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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it didnt go thruogh
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AMAZING
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