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This is a poem about a girl's guilt through self-infliction. Her pain is identified, as is her frustration and guilt. The topic is one that is close to my heart so it hurt writing this. Hopefully it came together nicely.
By Shelby Lynn
Moving to a new place sucks. Not knowing anyone, having no one to talk to, especially when you've just had your heart broken. I didn't really get an ending it, but it's sort of like just peeking in someone who is in this situation's mind. You may say sadistic, I say confused, numb, depressed,...
...I cry for you...
(my wife is inflicted with a painful physical illness, and it hurts my soul to the core)
she's inflicting pain on herself because of what she's done
poem speaks for itself
Poetry | Updated Jan 18, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0