the breakA Poem by Olive Belikovall the screaming the yelling, its too much; i break. i shatter into a thousand pieces. dont know what to do anymore. should i call a friend? or face my fears alone. i need... i need...
i dont know what i need. release maybe? that sounds good. release from all this pain. i grab the knife. "this will help" i think as tears stain my face. "this will help" and then i cut. it stings but i dont care anymore. now what? please, i need help. im all alone. dont know what to do. should i run away? that sounds good. i pack my bag, shirt, jeans, what else? i dont know i dont know please help me. the pain its too much. i need a friend yes, that sounds good. a friend. © 2011 Olive Belikov |
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1 Review Added on April 25, 2011 Last Updated on April 25, 2011 AuthorOlive BelikovMTAboutI am a daughter, a sister, a grand-daughter, a niece, a cousin, a friend. I am a partner, a student, a young girl, and a grown woman. I am confident and scared, terrified and excited. I am loving and .. more..Writing
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