Kill Myself

I've been raped
I've been bashed
I've been hurt
I've been smashed
I've been to hell and back again
I'll say where do i begin
yesterday i picked a tree
told my mum
she didn't see
she didn't understand what for
(to kill myself) but there is more
the knife digs deep into the vain
and suddenly i feel no pain
the emotional pain now is gone
it just the physical that is all
out comes the knife
out comes the blood
they let me do this
I'm not loved
they forced me to
told me I'm bad
they were there
they were mad
by the way
the tree was there
only for them to be aware
that i will do it, kill myself
unless someone hears my cry for help!!

This poem was written by one of my friends, Sheri, and she asked me to post it hear. if you have any comments, I'll pass them onto her!

Monica xoxo