I haven't done one of these in a while!
If you're getting tired of them, I'm sorry. :/ These feelings have been pent up inside of me for so long I don't know how else to get them out.
And anyway. There is a table of contents.
Oh! Before I forget: trigger warning. This one mentions self harm and suicidal thoughts.
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I never thought I would end
Quite like this
My breaths slowing down
To an almost inaudible hiss.
I guess that's what happens
When the monsters get their way
And then I ended up realizing
I never got a say
In the way I'd die
In the way the end would come
In the way my life would end up
Without any sort of hum.
Over the summer
I found a pocketknife
That was the first time I ever
Knew about the strife
Of self harm scars on my arm
Of self harm scars on my ankle
Of self harm scars anywhere, really
As long as I was able
To hide them well and hide them good
So no one asked about them
So no one knew
But I would always know.
Then I figured out
A pencil sharpener blade is good too
So I started doing that
And ended up hurting anew.
And I always used to think
I was going to be able to live
But then being a teenager came
And I figured out a big if.
If I died,
What would people do?
Would people care about me?
Would they come to my funeral too?
But the monsters come back
Whispering, "They'd never go
To the funeral of a girl
Who was broken so."
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I just realized.
These are getting shorter, aren't they?
Well, fuck.
-Kat
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PoetryThe 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.