I wouldn’t look if I was you
Broken by the years. She sits,
Sits curled in the corner, swaying
Swaying, back and forth,
Back and forth. Covered in blood
Blood from the cuts she made. The flesh scared,
Scared, by hr life of torment,
Torment and twisted ideas she had from bullies.
Bullies she was told were friends,
Friends that could only stand and watch,
Watch her closely as she gives in,
Gives in to her thoughts
Thoughts of pain hurt and hate
Hate what you see?
Hate what you caused?
Heather, Rebecca, Emma, Laura, Rose, Sarah, Anne- Marie and all those of you whose names I’ve blocked out
Told you not to look
