My 13 year old sisiter wrote th following poem...I'm not much of a writer or good at English so i was wondering what your opinions are on it....
I sit here,alone, staring at the wall, my makeup runs down my face, i stare and stare and try to see the light but find myself trapped . the darkness surrounds me and as hard as i try to push it away it just continues to consume me, swallow me, cover me up. i slowly disappera as the darkness creeps in.the darkeness overtakes me. there will be no escape. the black cloth,the black under my eyes, the black on my nails. ever where i see black and darkness.my friends ,they abandon wat i have become. they want no part of it. i pull the cold steel blade out of my pocket.i slowly slide it against my skin. the bloood, it drips down my wrist.i laugh. my light. my dear sweer light. how dare anyone try to take it away from me...... and just to let u know ive known shes cut herself for quite awhile and i just want to know your opinion on this piece of literature..thanks!
lol..chill..shes been to therapy..and she talked to me bout how she dressed happy and completely faked who she was to the therapist and after a month he thought she hadnt cut at all and said it would be fine for her to stop coming..im just curious about the quality of the poem..like not eeven jokin she wrote it right infront of me in 6 and a half minutes
I sit here,alone, staring at the wall, my makeup runs down my face, i stare and stare and try to see the light but find myself trapped . the darkness surrounds me and as hard as i try to push it away it just continues to consume me, swallow me, cover me up. i slowly disappera as the darkness creeps in.the darkeness overtakes me. there will be no escape. the black cloth,the black under my eyes, the black on my nails. ever where i see black and darkness.my friends ,they abandon wat i have become. they want no part of it. i pull the cold steel blade out of my pocket.i slowly slide it against my skin. the bloood, it drips down my wrist.i laugh. my light. my dear sweer light. how dare anyone try to take it away from me...... and just to let u know ive known shes cut herself for quite awhile and i just want to know your opinion on this piece of literature..thanks!
lol..chill..shes been to therapy..and she talked to me bout how she dressed happy and completely faked who she was to the therapist and after a month he thought she hadnt cut at all and said it would be fine for her to stop coming..im just curious about the quality of the poem..like not eeven jokin she wrote it right infront of me in 6 and a half minutes