But She's So Young

With knife to her wrist

And blade to her skin,

If she is gone,

Who will possibly win?

The color fades

From her young, round face,

But she hides her sadness-

Not a single trace

Of the tears she sheds

Every day after school;

She thinks she’s too weak,

But the world’s too cruel.

She wipes hot tears

On the back of her hand

And wonders if any

Could possibly understand

Why she tries 

But fails to hide

Her face, too ashamed

Of the countless tears she’s cried;

She rates herself

But hates herself

And blames herself

And cries herself

To miserable sleep.

She feels like a fool,

This little, insecure girl

Having to hear she is beautiful

To believe she is loved,

To feel she belongs,

Hatred seeming

To be her theme song.

Mistakes are made

To someday be learned;

To be accepted

Is what she yearns

For, but she cannot pretend

That her heart’s not torn,

That she will forget

What it’s like to be scorned-

She only thinks

To make the world mourn

Because this sad, poor girl

Can’t take anymore.

Reviews

[Maddie]

This poem is beautiful

[Sarah Marie]

Thank you!

[tuvi]

this is quite an amazing writeup ....
the pain is so well put up in the form of questions
something i can totally relate to...being the forsake in life...
its undue how pain escalates , when all you really want is to recede ...
keep up the good work :)

[Sarah Marie]

Thank you for the deep and heartfelt comment!

[Nirego]

Simple themes, yet effective at posing the right questions and conveying the girl's mindset.

Nice work.

[G!o]

....painful and saddening. I can feel her pain through your words. This is a "lovely" writing and something i can totally relate to...being the discard in life. It sucks how at times you try to get out of misery but instead it grasps you even stronger. Good writing Marie. This is reminded me of my poem The Damsel in The Music Box. Keep it up. Cheers.