Torn and cutA Poem by Beth WilcoxI want to get home to the place I am loved, why is it so hard?When I walk down the halls, everyone just laughs. People point and people stare.
They all want me to be aware that I'm hated, unwanted.
I scream but no one hears me. I cry but no one can see.
I'm torn and cut. Running through the forest through the dirt and thorns, I trip and fall when I'm almost home.
I'm torn and cut.
All I want is to get home, to get where I'm loved.
I start crawling, hoping that I will make it in time. Hopeing that I will make it before dark time.
Pulling me back through the thorns and dirt is the voices. The voices telling me to die. They ask me why I am still here and I stumble and cry because I hate having all these fears chase me.
I want to get home, but I'm so torn and cut.
I look at my wrist as the blood trickels down my arm, now what? © 2011 Beth WilcoxAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBeth WilcoxWest Alexandria, OHAboutAbout me? Well my name is Beth Wilcox for starters. I am a young writer. I have always found writing to be the best way to tell a story to someone. Whether it be poetry, lyrics, and more. I have start.. more..Writing
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