I sit here all alone.
I hear someone call my name.
Amy Amy Amy.
I turn to see who it is.
But at that poin no one is there.
Its the voices in my head.
Of the past truamatic events.
Sitting here on my own.
I hear the familar call my name.
Amy it was your fualt.
You made me do it to you amy.
You neede punishing amy.
Sat here all on my own.
You appear once again.
Standing over me.
I know what is about to come.
The familar pain.
The sting and hurt.
The stabbing peneration.
The feel of you inside
Amy Louise Kerswell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sitting-hurting-alone-2/
