about I.M.T
it was in 2 grade.. (8 years old ..) My bestfriend had a alot of anger, and she let it go out on me .. She was kind of beating me up ..
They all asked with a worried look.
"No" I cried.
Didn't wanna turn my best friend in.
She was beating me up.
"It's gonna be over soon"
I said in hope.
"Ok" I hear carefully back.
I had tears in my eyes.
Didn't know what to do.
Figthing back?
No, she was my best friend.
She was mad at someone else,
Letting it out on me.
It had happend before,
And I knew just what to do.
She was too strong,
I couldn't figth back.
They asked again:
"Should we get a grown up?"
I wanted to say yes,
But I was afraid.
So stupid and young I said "No"
With eyes filled with tears.
She had pulled me in to the wall.
I hurted my head.
Holding me still as she was kicking me.
All aroung had that worried look in they're eyes.
But they didn't do any thing.
Young and afraid,
Didn't know what to do.
But that was ok.
I knew they were on my side.
They kept on asking
"Should we get an grown up?"
This time I didn't answer.
With that anger in her voice,
She screamd "NO!"
She suddenly stopped.
I was afraid no.
carefully I walked away.
She stood there crying.
Tears in her eyes.
"It's gonna be allrigth"
I said lying.
I wanted it to stop.
She needed some pain.
Everyone had taken a step back.
She left the room.
Everyone was hoping she didn't come back.
Poetry by kittipuusen
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Written on 2006-06-18 at 13:07
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it was in 2 grade.. (8 years old ..) My bestfriend had a alot of anger, and she let it go out on me .. She was kind of beating me up ..
Hoping she didn't came back
"Should we get an grown up?"They all asked with a worried look.
"No" I cried.
Didn't wanna turn my best friend in.
She was beating me up.
"It's gonna be over soon"
I said in hope.
"Ok" I hear carefully back.
I had tears in my eyes.
Didn't know what to do.
Figthing back?
No, she was my best friend.
She was mad at someone else,
Letting it out on me.
It had happend before,
And I knew just what to do.
She was too strong,
I couldn't figth back.
They asked again:
"Should we get a grown up?"
I wanted to say yes,
But I was afraid.
So stupid and young I said "No"
With eyes filled with tears.
She had pulled me in to the wall.
I hurted my head.
Holding me still as she was kicking me.
All aroung had that worried look in they're eyes.
But they didn't do any thing.
Young and afraid,
Didn't know what to do.
But that was ok.
I knew they were on my side.
They kept on asking
"Should we get an grown up?"
This time I didn't answer.
With that anger in her voice,
She screamd "NO!"
She suddenly stopped.
I was afraid no.
carefully I walked away.
She stood there crying.
Tears in her eyes.
"It's gonna be allrigth"
I said lying.
I wanted it to stop.
She needed some pain.
Everyone had taken a step back.
She left the room.
Everyone was hoping she didn't come back.
Poetry by kittipuusen
Read 578 times
Written on 2006-06-18 at 13:07
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