a friend that cuts, i need a poem quick

i have writers block and I cant think of anything

thx bob

i wote a poem called 1/2 empty or 1/2 full

Natural Choices

Here are 2

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Oma's Tragedy

My name is Oma,
I am but nine.
I live in a hut,
my mother is blind.

I have 4 siblings,
2 girls and 2 boys,
Christmas missed us,
we never had toys.

One piece of rag,
I call my dress,
I wear it proudly,
as God puts me to the test.

We eat oatmeal,
at the sound of ammunition,
my brother is yawning,
from all the malnutrition.

Baby cries for milk,
he cries in hysteria,
Momma cries for help,
as she suffers from malaria.

Daddy was abducted,
to fight the local war,
he was shot dead,
they left his face in gore.

I sell myself for money,
I barely feed them all,
As big men call me honey,
they make my skin crawl.

I know I'll catch AIDS one day,
I know I'll surely die,
my family will suffer without me,
I ask the Lord oh, why?

I wish I was in America,
where the children are free,
where Christmas never miss them,
the way it missed me.

How can they be depressed,
and try to cut themselves,
half my family laid to rest,
before the age of twelve.

Are their problems bigger than mine?
If they are I'm sorry.
I'll add them in my prayer tonight,
ashamed of my worthless story.

My name is Oma, I am but nine.

© 1998 David Velazquez. All rights reserved by author
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Blade stay away from me,
to hell with you!
Blade don't call my name anymore,
you hurt me so!

I came to you for a little attention
a little, just a little.

Why not? My mom died,
and my aunt don't know I exist.
They even forget to set
a plate for me at dinner.

They forget blade! They forget.

How can someone forget to feed a child?
They forget to buy me clothes,
They forget to give me money for lunch.
I'm worthless blade. I feel bad.

Do you think I'm worthless too?
Don't do that blade.
Dont mock me, you promised you wouldn't.

Your were my best friend,
you comforted me... but
then you betrayed me too.
Why?

You cut too deep blade!
too deep!

I wanted you to cut a little,
you know, to let out steam, to let out pain,
but blade,
you got greedy.

You took advantage of my desperation.
Took advantage at the fact that I was trapped.

You knew blade!
You knew that I wouldn't kill myself and leave my little brother.
Who would protect him blade?
Huh, tell me?

Blade I'm dizzy.
I feel like I'm going to black out.

Can you try not to criticize me blade?
Can you do that?
Can you stop saying that all I want is attention?

Goodbye blade,
the closest thing I had to a friend.
Goodbye blade.

I'll miss you.

© 1998 David Velazquez. All rights reserved by author

Erm I wrote a poem for my friend its called "I really need you"