ConsequencesA Poem by DustyWhat happens if you turn away and pretend you didn't see? No man is ever for just himself. This is not the way the world should be.You can look away pretending like you didn't see. After all, its not your job to help me. The scars on my wrist, you now know more than my own mother, but to you, I'm just another messed-up teen. I cut because I'm a retard who thinks I can't bleed. These cuts aren't for you or even for my father. These cuts are for me, the blood sets me free. I don't do drugs or drink or smoke. I'm a virgin, get good grades in school. I don't wear black or skanky clothes. I dress in normal colors, anything with long sleeves. These cuts are my friends, when I cry my veins cry too. They show the torture of my soul The loss and the pain. These marks aren't because I don't look like Barbie, or because my boyfriend dumped me. These marks are because people looked away did what you did just today. Before, when I was a child, these marks didn't exist. My arms were covered in bruises instead, the size of a grown man's fist. And still people did not care, they did nothing but stare. Not a single call to the police. Don't tell me you weren't aware, don't say you didn't know. My neighbors did nothing and the clerks in stores pretended not to see. So now, while I try to hide my scars, you look away. And later, when they find my body dangling from a rope in the back alley, you'll cluck your tongue and say, "That's a shame. She seemed just fine today." This is what happens when you make yourself blind, these are the consequences. I just hope you know, This could have been prevented.
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Added on March 7, 2010Last Updated on March 7, 2010 AuthorDustyCrown Point, INAboutHey everyone! My name is Aly. I am 15 years old and live with my mother and brother in a house with our 7 pets. We have two cats -Matti and Amber, a dog- Skunky, a hedgehog- Harley, a hermit crab -Aug.. more..Writing
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