The Blur

August 21, 2012
Staring down at the ground,
I refuse to make a sound.
Tears well within my eyes,
I remember when he is used to call me Sweetie Pie.
This pain just won’t seem to heal,
I no longer have an appetite at daily meals.

The feeling follows me around,
Not even making a sound.
I wish there was a way to get well,
But it seems as if I had fell,
From my glorious life.
Now all I can see is a knife.
But I refuse to give in,
I will keep my healthy skin.

The hurt he made me feel,
Is almost enough to make me squeal.
One day I hope to feel well again,
Because I am smart I have a brain.
I refuse to harm myself,
The old me sits on a shelf.
One day I will her unlock her,
Right now my life seems like a blur.

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Black_Rose_Princess said...
Aug. 26, 2012 at 3:11 am
Very well-written. Your message and voice ring out loud and clear. And I really liked the last stanza; very good word choice and a very interesting idea. Although it is a bit depressing, you show a tone of hope. One thing did stick out to me though:the line where you said because I am smart I have a brain...the I have a brain part seemed a bit redundant and unnecessary. Other than that, the poem was great!
ADancingShadow This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 26, 2012 at 9:37 am
Thank you so much!
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