Pain
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Adara Mccarthy, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2011
I wanted to cry,
But it hurt too much,
I wanted to die,
Or no pain as such.
I wanted Death to come
I wanted Death to free me,
But He didn’t come
I guess He didn’t need me,
I was in so much pain,
I was tortured and raped,
Then after it finished,
They watched what they taped!
They would tape every girl,
Re-watch every slice,
Watch them all bleed,
Once more, maybe twice.
Then finally, it stopped.
The pain went away.
Just as the sun rose,
On a brand new day.
Vaguely I heard shouts,
From far, far away.
Then away went the sun,
And I forgot where I lay.
What seemed liked seconds,
Were actually days,
I didn’t hurt anymore,
So I gave the goddess my praise.
I opened my eyes,
And there was my mum,
And next to her,
Was another someone.
I was finally saved,
But I was never the same.
I was tortured and raped,
But I’m glad my mum came.