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by Ashley Nov 21, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Silent tears Behind closed doors Release her fears As blood drops on the floor No one understands How much hurt she endures Father raises his hand Smacks mother to the floor Tears at the sight The abuse has just begun This life isn't right Though there's nowhere to run Her pain is expressed Through the red drip from the blade All her hurt and anguish Relieved with the pain It helps to watch the red drip Somehow cures the pain It helps to watch the blade slip At the pace of the pouring rain
by cory
Very sad but very good.Great job expressing yourself. Cory
by Hidden1
Is this a true poem?!?! I liked the analogy you used. Oh my goodness I hope that this isn't true but it's really good. Keep up the good work
