Forbidden place
If you took me
and turned me inside out
you would not believe
what would be found
a puddle of blood
from where my heart bleeds
the wounds are wide open
and still so deep
a salty lake of tears
from every time I have cried
I am bleeding to death
I am dying inside
the anger I have hidden
would slap you in the face
you would know why you are forbidden
to come to this place.
by Krystal Watson
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A
really beautiful poem... You should write more. If only the people
hurting others knew how much damage it did. To understand something
like this you would have to be experienced with it, and sadly I can
say I am.
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