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Triggering (SI/Abuse) - This Girl ( long poem )
This is a poem I wrote in honor of a special friend I met here. I promised to keep her identity a secret, so: You know who you are. This is for you.
This Girl
The words flow
From my pen to the paper
Filling lines in over and over
To tell the story of a girl
This girl was a lonely girl
She was confused and alone
She could find only faults with herself
And she knew something had to be done
So one night in the light
Of a flickering lamp
She slit her wrist with a razor
And watched the sheets grow damp
With morbid fascination
She cut herself again
And she held her breath
Counted to ten
The life lost was only enough
To drain away her pain
Until another night
When the words and bruises came
She fell victim to the piercing shouts
As blows rained upon her head
And when it was finally over
She wanted nothing more than to be dead
The razor kissed her skin
With lipstick smears of blood
And the pain left her breathless
In the wake of a red flood
She was left weak and pale
And added smiling to her list of lies
Just another fault, another flaw, she thought
As a part of her soul died.
This girl was a sad girl
A frail thing that couldn't smile
But no one questions were asked and she was okay
If only for a little while
She kept her bruises hidden
And her pain buried away
But soon she hated more than herself
She loathed the mere sight of day
One day she met her reflection
In a mirror on the wall
Two eyes of steel flicked over her frame
And she saw just how far she’d fallen
Month after month passed
And her self-hatred grew
She cut herself almost every night
But still, no one knew
At last this girl decided
That her life had no meaning
She lived just to feel the pain
And she'd succumbed to silent screaming
All is lost in her little world
In a furious rage she swallowed pills
And pushed the blade as deep as she could
In the hopes that it would kill
The nausea spread like a disease
And she was redcuded to spasms
Crimson tears betrayed the numbness
She felt as she gave in to her phantasms
Amidst the spiraling darkness
She heard a voice call out
But a black veil blinded her sight
And the blood grew to a larger amount
This girl is but a memory now
So jaded and forsaken
A forlorn, fallen, broken angel
Who was so very mistaken
In thinking that no one cared
For if she'd let me in
I could have saved her
From the secret torment within
Last edited by Shadowedcorner : 03-09-2007 at 04:54 AM.
Reason: this is actually a second draft.
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