This is a sad one.
Just waning you.
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Something always happens
To those who were once happy
And something bad happened
To a girl like me.
I grew up and found
That this world is cruel
With its big swords made of words
And its definition of "cool".
Being cool was being skinny
Being cool was having friends
Being cool involved being popular
But that's not how it is in the end.
In the end you're all alone
In the end it ain't worth the fight
In the end you finally see
The dying of your light.
And when I found that out
I say down and cried
Because when I found that out
I found I couldn't fly. (idk)
Liking childish things
Was wrong for kids my age
And so I had to grow up
Until the day they dug my grave.
They found me sleeping peacefully
With cuts up and down my arms
They thought I was okay
But I meant to do to myself harms.
I found I couldn't take it
The pressure, the thoughts, the words
And so I ended up breaking
My parent's spoken irks.
They found the letters on a table
Next to the bed I lay
And they gave them out to people
Who threw them all away.
They wouldn't understand
But when had they ever tried
To see me in my future
Full of a different life?
And now they're lowering me down
Six feet under the ground
And as they bury me in
They say, "Goodbye, my sweet child."
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Again, this might be me one day.
-Kat
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PoesiaThe creative writing of a thirteen year old going through her last year of middle school. Please welcome the author as she gives you a glimpse of her thoughts, dreams, actions, and just her life in general.