I have been drawing a blank on writing.
Ugh.
And this was much longer when I wrote it out. sorry. :(
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Red little cuts on
Tan broad shoulders
Where nothing used to be
But skin, smooth, flawless.
Never knowing who watches
Never hearing anything
Not caring
Not heeding.
Killing inside
So she doesn't have to hide
Knowing, without reason,
She'll be tried for treason.
So she turns away
To keep them all safe
From her thoughts and her harms
All hidden by clothes on her arms.
She knows it's not good
But everyone just gets under her good
So she just keeps going
Just trying to keep rowing.
Little does she know
Their minds start to know
Of her endless night
They know of her plight.
And so they all say
"You can't go away!"
But she won't listen
She's gone through the most and...
She's lived through too much
For a young person to see
But if you don't know her
Just look for me.
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It's getting bad again.
-Katrina
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PoésieThe creative writing of a thirteen year old going through her last year of middle school. Please welcome the author as she gives you a glimpse of her thoughts, dreams, actions, and just her life in general.