I’ve read your poem,
I’ve read your story,
and now I know your life isn’t glory.
I wish I could help,
I know you need it,
but please, for me, try not to bleed it.
I cry sometimes,
cos I know you’re hurt,
I just wish that you weren’t treated like dirt.
I just want you to live life happy,
and not have to go home
to a horrible chappie.
I know you're young,
and I see you're bruised,
but please don’t let this violence cruise.
Everyone loves you,
I hope you know that
we are your friends through rain or snow.
Please don’t cut yourself
to get rid of the pain,
because you’ll get addicted and do it again and again.
Then one day
when you don’t show for school,
we will worry you are in a blood pool.
So please, Maddi,
live life for us,
we love you lots, without a fuss. |
- Amy Price (age 12)
Walkerston, Queensland, Australia.
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