Scars

November 19, 2008
By Holly Dillard, Pelham, AL

Walking around in school,
like a normal person, I try to fool,
the people all around me.
I am not exactly what they see.
Inside, no one knows how I feel,
whatever it is, it really kills.
I am not perfect, I am not strong,
I am doing my best to try to belong.
When I have a bad day,
I go to my room and lay.
I then look for my hidden knife,
thinking about my life.
I slowly start to cut into my arm,
not even caring about the harm.
I instantly feel the pain,
as the blood starts to stain.
I then go back to bed and start to dream,
I wake up hearing a scream.
I cry myself back to sleep,
thinking about all the scars im going to keep.

The author's comments:
I'm just an ordinary teen in high school, I write about what happens in reality to a teen that no ones understands, and what happened to me.

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on Aug. 3 2011 at 9:55 pm
secrets_of_silence GOLD, Gisborne, Other
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Favorite Quote:
life had i loved the more
had it but passed away
as quietly as the day
ebbs from the darkening star.


-emanuel litvinoff

this is a well written explanation of how so many girls live their lives

Jeff D. said...
on Dec. 7 2008 at 5:59 pm
simply amazing :)


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