Madison Balmont Poet I do not know?

Izabelle Hears Voices

I won't let them hurt you.
My sweet little Izabelle.
Show me who you're talking to
I swear I will not tell.

Sweet little Izabelle,
Don't listen to them - no.
I'll be here, I won't leave you.
I swear I will not go.

My sweet little Darling,
Step away from there,
I cannot stand to watch,
I swear I cannot bare.

Please Darling, won't you help me..
I know you're in there, Sweet.
We can overcome this,
I won't accept defeat.

For you my Baby Girl,
My feeling will not rust.
We can be a family,
I swear, in you, I trust.

I won't let them hurt you,
Those voices that you hear.
We will be together,
With me, you have no fear.


~Written in 2003 (Monday, 10th, March) when I was fourteen.

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Madison Balmont February 8, 2009 at 2:54 AM Thank you, Belinda. Izabelle was imagined by me when I was fourteen.

Belinda Parish February 5, 2009 at 10:58 PM Good write. someone trying to help someone else who is hearing voices.