Cut

Cut

A Poem by Hazel Clark
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People treat me like I'm a stranger when I'm not. Sure I'm different, but don't treat me differently from others because I deserve to be treated equally...

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Cut
By: Plumb poetry version by: Hazel Clark

"I'm not a stranger
No, I am yours
With crippling anger
And tears that still drip sore

A fragile frame aged
With misery
And when our hearts meet 
I know you see

I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside 
Just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb

Relief exists I find it when
I am cut
I may seem crazy
Or painfully shy

And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you just looked me in the eyes
I feel alone here
And cold here

Though I don't want to die
But the only anesthetic
That makes me feel anything kills me inside
I am cut
Pain
I am not alone

I am not alone"

I took all the lyrics and made the song into a poem because songs can be turned into stories, books, and poetry. 

© 2020 Hazel Clark


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This is powerful and lots of people will relate to it.
In a way we all want to be different, but maybe not to different that fools through boulders at us.
How would the song sound.


Posted 2 Days Ago


Hazel Clark

2 Days Ago

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJkqkWIpFAI
Hey I just read your poems and seems you're still struggling. Don't lose your track, keep it steady and eventually things will be back to normal. Just believe it would...

Posted 2 Days Ago


Hazel Clark

2 Days Ago

Yeah, my meds take two weeks to get in my system.
da_great

2 Days Ago

Just don't lose hope.
Hazel Clark

2 Days Ago

I'm not yet

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Hazel Clark
Hazel Clark

Uniontown, PA



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