Help Poem by yabadabadoo
Help
Each dropp is a crying child,
A beaten woman,
I grin when i see the deep red,
I cry when i think of what i have done to myself.
The pain follows
for eternity on my arm.
Others look down on me while they bottle each scream.
I hold myself high and hang my head.
Ice shoots through my veins.
I want to fall asleep and hide but all i do is wait in a dream,
scared
and abandoned.
A poem of deep hurt and pain. So sad! There is always happiness, but sometimes you just have to look extra hard to find it. And there IS always help! God Bless! Best Wishes, Marilyn
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4/23/2024 10:29:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
great! love the line where it says 'I grin when i see the deep red'