Come and sit with me for a whil and you'll see
come sit with me for a while.
And then you can see the real me.
But then you'll see my horrible world.
Come be a shadow on the wall.
Be invisible and sit with me.
Will You see how I cry for my gran.
Will you see how I torture myself for that last agument.
Will you see how abusers have messed my head.
You will see my cry.
Come sit with me for a while.
I'll welcome you in to my quiet world.
A world of lonnliness and dispair.
But if you did come sit with me for a while'
Would you like the ral me?
The one that mkaes herself bleed.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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