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The Deepest Pain


My chest still hurts from you stabbing me in my back. My neck still hurts from when you slit my throat with your lies My back still hurt from you slamming me into walls while i looked for a way out But deepest pain was the secret you are made to keep to protect someone you hate My feelings are still hurt from you picking him over me My legs still hurt from running from my fears that you caused once again My head still hurts from shedding so many tears for you My ears still hurts from you yelling at me But da deepest pain was wen you lied to me You said you would protect me but instead its your fault it happened You protected him instead of me i trusted you i believed in you but you left me there waiting for you My savior who would never come I was bleeding my scars were still open and you left me there to die You saw my tortured soul and you looked the other way You knew he would rape me and you didn't tell me until now When we are about to graduate You keep this secret all this time to protect someone you swore you hated But me, your "bff", you let him rape me while you stood there and looked the other way You ignored my screams for help Said nothing as he repeatedly cracked my ribs broke my bones I cant believed you stood there while i was dying and never muttered a word or offered your help And when it was all over you left with him and abandoned me Then the next day try to apologize like nothing happened What kinda friend are you? how could you? If you are the example of a friend i dont want friends.
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RebeccaYSPerez
<p>I really loved the repetitveness of this poem and it made it seem so haunting and heartbreakingly scary. Though I know everyone is allowed their own creative outlook when they write, I think it would be best to revise your poem and omit all &quot;text talk&quot; and properly write them out.</p><p>Becca.</p>

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