Turmoil

The next day
I'm feeling all sad
Because my family is forceful
And is trying to make me feel bad.

The day after, I feel anger
From the past, my anger is coming
From the abuse, and trying to stop me
From what I'm trying to become.

Some days my body is in turmoil.
Turmoil over my life
And I think,
I should grab that deadly knife.

I hurt myself and I see the blood
And I want to live.
I want to stop the blood
And just plainly LIVE.

I see what can come out of my life
All the good I can do
For all the others
Who can benefit from what I would do.

I stop the blood
But I need to go to the hospital
For I want to live
And I want to speak up for other people.

January 1998

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