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My Hurt
Copyright, Sarah
Sarah's friend writes:
i just wanted to send you this poem. its by a good friend called sarah who's suffered a lot in her life. I think it's really moving and wondered what you think and if you have any hints on helping her. shes only 14.
The feeling of adrenalin rushes through my body,
Like a rough river over rocks.
The pain is just about bearable,
But it is my own fault.
I look down,
To see a small gash and pin prick of red.
My head starts spinning,
And I begin to shake.
My hand drops the weapon.
As it lands on the floor with a thud,
I see a flash of light.
I fall to the floor,
Not really knowing what I am doing.
My arm starts to throb,
And as my eyes fill with tears,
I know something is wrong.
As I call for help,
I realise no-one is there.
No-one to help in my time of need
But its my own fault.
I turned everyone against me.
My life crumbles into small pieces.
I know the wound will heal eventually,
But will my heart?
I feel torture as I realise,
I am all alone in this world.
And it was because of what I had just done.
My friends all hated my 'darker' side,
But I couldn’t really help it.
Its just the way I felt inside.
Tangled, like a web of deceit.
I do it again and again,
So the pain is so unbearable that I scream out in terror,
I know now what its like to feel hurt.
Just as my friends did,
When I told them off what I do.