She was only fifteen <br />When I met her <br />Stuck in limbo <br />Between childhood and <br />Being 'all growed up'... <br /> <br />And there she was... <br />Sitting on the floor <br />Of her bathroom <br />With tears streaming down her face <br />And one arm <br />Wrapped in a grungy looking towel <br /> <br />So I said to her... <br />'Do you cut for release? <br />Does it make you feel better? ' <br /> <br />And she said she did <br />And assured me <br />She didn't want to kill herself <br /> <br />Then I asked her <br />If she wrote about her feelings <br />And she said... <br />'Yea...I write poems...' <br /> <br />And I thought... <br />'Hmmm...maybe I've read <br />Some of your stuff...' <br /> <br />And her parents didn't understand her <br />And life sucked <br />And her sister was a Bitch <br />And the group home life was the pits <br />And she hated school <br />Cuz she never thought she was any good <br /> <br />And I could have just reached out <br />And hugged her... <br />If she hadn't been covered <br />In all that blood... <br /> <br />Based on a true story...my life... <br /> <br />Dee Daffodil (HW) 7 February,2007<br /><br />Dee Daffodil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-cut-2/
