I wish she wouldn't hurt herself.
She hits her head over and over and over.
I stare.
From my ground-up view I almost wish she were me.
A faded breath and dry eyes, I feel it threaten to fall as she wails.
She's screaming and screaming and I'm scared.
I'm scared.
She threatens to jump. I beg,
"No, please, no. Please, please, please..."
Why does she do this?
I wish she wouldn't hurt herself.
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Don't Cry
PoetryA collection of poems :> WARNING: implications of physical and verbal abuse, violence, and slight descriptions of panic attacks.
