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Ashley Woodruff Poem
I want to scream & shout
I can't let my feelings out
I want to cry not pout.
I don't know me anymore
What are you doing this for
I wish I could love me more.
I have people in my life
Someday I'll be someone's wife
I used to cut myself with a knife.
Does anyone care about me
Do you see the other me
I wish I had the key to be free?
No matter what - I'm here
Me falling in love is my fear
Someone handed me a beer.
Copyright © Ashley Woodruff | Year Posted 2007
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Ashley Woodruff Poem
As I lie there with my arm full of blood
I'm crying from the pain I'm causing a flood
I smoke the cigarette & flick the bud.
I scream on the inside as I slice my arm
I'm causing myself lots of harm
Do you realize I'm not a charm?
Blood drips down my arm from the razor
At that moment my problems fade
When I lived in S.C. I was worked like i was a maid.
Cutting my arm felt so wrong
The reason for doing it is I wasn't strong
I've been doing it for so long.
I did it because I was being abused
My life is so confused
I'll always lose with the choices I choose.
Copyright © Ashley Woodruff | Year Posted 2007
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Ashley Woodruff Poem
I hate the way you treat me
The way you push me around
Why can't I set my feelings free.
i don't know the real me
My feelings are pushed down deeply
For you can't see.
I cry and cry endlessly
I wish I could get positive comments
Instead I get negative ones.
You rub my weight in my face
I see it as a big disgrace
I'll lose it at my own pace.
I wish I could shout
so all my feelings could come out
But I keep them in not out.
My heart aches with pain
I am not the blame
Shame, Shame, Shame.
I wish God could help me
Help me find the real me
It is Hidden you see.
I wish i could leave it behind
But I can't let you know what's on my mind
But you think everything's fine.
i want to smile instead of frown
My heart and mind are feeling down
I am unable to turn everything around.
I can't forget everything you have done to me
It is so hard you see
Oh, believe me because you don't want to be me.
i can't like me
Why is it so hard not to be mean
I wish this could all be seen.
I have been through a lot
Why do I have to be put on the spot
I thought you cared a lot
Do you or do you not?
Copyright © Ashley Woodruff | Year Posted 2007
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