![]() Touched(2007-8th grade)A Poem by Heather Christine![]() warning:intense![]()
I feel dead,
Used, Abused. I've been touched. Getting to close to me. What's happening? Standing like a doll. Where's my hero? Be my hero? So dependent. HELP! Get away. Taking something sacred from me. Hatred growing for men. I'm weak, weak. Hit by the unknown. I'm dying, dying, dead. Happy now? You killed me. Carrying my soul. Stripped of... EVERYTHING Even dignity. Sad? Save me? You can't He won't stop... Urge to kill Hurting me inside. No hope, Dignity, Or life. Can I live? How can I look? Look myself in the mirror? Taking me to a place I can never call home...
© 2014 Heather Christine |
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