Poems by: Katra May-Nash

Her Story

This girl in life was "crazy" her favorite flowers were daisies.

And if you were to meet her, she's not a nice greeter.

She's had a lot of things but always ends up with nothing.

She's been broken before; her head always slammed in doors.

She tries to care, love, and share, but her feelings are beyond her control anywhere.

She loves her mom, her dad, and her dog, but home is not where she'll belong.

She needs help, but they don't understand that she has been dealt a very shitty hand.

When she creates those little scars that sting, she wears hoodies, even in the spring.

She thinks she's fine but then she finally has to realize that it's not normal; all her crimes.

She wants to cry, scream, and try, but those little old times

Where she hurt and hurt but stayed alright

They just haunt and taunt, and it's not fine.

But then she stays up all night writing words that might help others.

Then she realizes that nothing matters.

But her stomach still gets those flutters.