Somebody Help Me

October 18, 2012
By Mackenzie VanOrden BRONZE, Shillington, Pennsylvania
Mackenzie VanOrden BRONZE, Shillington, Pennsylvania
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The pain is overwhelming.
Blood pours from my heart,
and tears collide with
the red liquid that makes up
my existence.
The red liquid that symbolizes pain.
I can't take it anymore.
Who am I?
Why does life have to hurt
like a thousand stab-wounds
to my heart?


The author's comments:
I enjoy writing fictional poems about pain and loss.

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