Here are some of my poems some depressing some good some sad but they each are part of my story:
This first poem I wrote when I was very mad at my parents and at God.
Untitled
What is wrong?
Is it just me?
I can't do anything right.
I can't see!
Are You real?
Tell me now when my life is taking a nose dive.
It feels like my parents hate me.
I feel like I should die.
I know things.
I know the way things are guna end up.
I know the way my life will end.
My blood is in Your hands, I have an empty cup.
I have no friends.
I can't do anything.
They don't know what really happens in my life.
They don't know what I think.
But You know.
You know how I'll die.
You know my brother won't care.
My parents will just sit on my bed and cry.
I'm lost inside.
I'm giving up.
Broken glass.
I screwed my life up.
God are You there?
Can You see?
This is what's happening.
You're losing me.
This next poem I wrote about a friend of mine who almost commited suicide and I never told anyone about it. She lost her spirit in everything.
No One Knows
Long sleeves,
Black clothes,
Wants to die,
No one knows.
Blood stains
On the clothes.
Mother wonders,
But no one knows.
Walks alone,
Never talks.
Only thinks bloody thoughts.
No one knows.
Comes home,
Goes upstaris,
Washes her hair,
No one knows.
Up in her room
As dark as can be,
Blood runs down her sleeve.
No one knows.
Looking at the ciline
In a daze,
Seeing the stars she sees each day.
No one knows.
You never new
Until it was to late,
You're daughter has made her fate.
No one knows.
She lost her spirit in life and I lost her as a friend so I wrote this poem.
She is gone
Nothing left,
My integrity,
My determination,
Is all gone now.
Nowhere to go,
Nobody to see,
Not a thing to do,
Without you.
A person who betrayed me inspired me to write this poem.
SOME FRIEND
Dedicated to:Ashley Viddarri
You say I only care about myself
You think I don't give a **** about anyone else
You say that I don't got no sensitivity
I'm wondering what imaginary side of me you see
And if you think everyone but you screws up
Well you're wrong, and I think I've had enough
You put me down
You push me around
You pretend the problem's me
To cover your own insecurity
You reprimand
You slap my hand
And the thing is-
You only do this to me
You whisper your secrets to your friends
But not me: there's no way I'd comprehend
You always talk about the problems in your life
Act like you're suffering and no one knows what it's like
But who was the one that almost killed themself
With the carving knife on the highest shelf?
And who's the one Who's trapped in their own body?
And who's the one that can't even tell anybody?
You put me down
You push me around
You pretend the problem's me
To cover your own insecurity
You say I'm wrong;
I don't belong
Do you seriously think this bad cop thing
Is really gonna cure me?
You eat me up inside
Just for the sake of your own pride
You say that you can't help it
It's not your fault; I should get over it
Don't you dare think for a moment
I'm gonna believe that overblown ****.
You say you're my friend
You think you're some kind of friend
Well, if you can hear me now
You decide to hear me now
I guess this is the end
The next poem I wrote when it was raining and I was very depressed.
RAIN
I hear the rain
As it comes pouring down.
I hear the rain
And I want to drown.
I want to walk
Out in the rain
So that others
Could feel my pain
That I hold inside
That I hold deep
I hold it so close
That I just weep
I want to drown
In the rain
To end the suffering
To end the pain
I want to die
In the rain tonight
So I don't have to live
In my fright.
The next poem I wrote at church camp. As I thought of a candle that is never put out.
Candle
At light in the darkness,
A single candle burning brightly,
Alone, Powerful, Magnificent,
Needing no other.
Yet during the day,
The candle still burns,
its light is blocked,
Weakening its power.
Keeps burning through the years,
Never disappearing even when weak,
But one day extinguished,
The light is gone unnoticed.
But from the wax,
A new candle is born,
To create light for another generation,
Resetting the cycle.
So those are my poems. I hope you like them. Please send me good or bad feedback.
Katie
This first poem I wrote when I was very mad at my parents and at God.
Untitled
What is wrong?
Is it just me?
I can't do anything right.
I can't see!
Are You real?
Tell me now when my life is taking a nose dive.
It feels like my parents hate me.
I feel like I should die.
I know things.
I know the way things are guna end up.
I know the way my life will end.
My blood is in Your hands, I have an empty cup.
I have no friends.
I can't do anything.
They don't know what really happens in my life.
They don't know what I think.
But You know.
You know how I'll die.
You know my brother won't care.
My parents will just sit on my bed and cry.
I'm lost inside.
I'm giving up.
Broken glass.
I screwed my life up.
God are You there?
Can You see?
This is what's happening.
You're losing me.
This next poem I wrote about a friend of mine who almost commited suicide and I never told anyone about it. She lost her spirit in everything.
No One Knows
Long sleeves,
Black clothes,
Wants to die,
No one knows.
Blood stains
On the clothes.
Mother wonders,
But no one knows.
Walks alone,
Never talks.
Only thinks bloody thoughts.
No one knows.
Comes home,
Goes upstaris,
Washes her hair,
No one knows.
Up in her room
As dark as can be,
Blood runs down her sleeve.
No one knows.
Looking at the ciline
In a daze,
Seeing the stars she sees each day.
No one knows.
You never new
Until it was to late,
You're daughter has made her fate.
No one knows.
She lost her spirit in life and I lost her as a friend so I wrote this poem.
She is gone
Nothing left,
My integrity,
My determination,
Is all gone now.
Nowhere to go,
Nobody to see,
Not a thing to do,
Without you.
A person who betrayed me inspired me to write this poem.
SOME FRIEND
Dedicated to:Ashley Viddarri
You say I only care about myself
You think I don't give a **** about anyone else
You say that I don't got no sensitivity
I'm wondering what imaginary side of me you see
And if you think everyone but you screws up
Well you're wrong, and I think I've had enough
You put me down
You push me around
You pretend the problem's me
To cover your own insecurity
You reprimand
You slap my hand
And the thing is-
You only do this to me
You whisper your secrets to your friends
But not me: there's no way I'd comprehend
You always talk about the problems in your life
Act like you're suffering and no one knows what it's like
But who was the one that almost killed themself
With the carving knife on the highest shelf?
And who's the one Who's trapped in their own body?
And who's the one that can't even tell anybody?
You put me down
You push me around
You pretend the problem's me
To cover your own insecurity
You say I'm wrong;
I don't belong
Do you seriously think this bad cop thing
Is really gonna cure me?
You eat me up inside
Just for the sake of your own pride
You say that you can't help it
It's not your fault; I should get over it
Don't you dare think for a moment
I'm gonna believe that overblown ****.
You say you're my friend
You think you're some kind of friend
Well, if you can hear me now
You decide to hear me now
I guess this is the end
The next poem I wrote when it was raining and I was very depressed.
RAIN
I hear the rain
As it comes pouring down.
I hear the rain
And I want to drown.
I want to walk
Out in the rain
So that others
Could feel my pain
That I hold inside
That I hold deep
I hold it so close
That I just weep
I want to drown
In the rain
To end the suffering
To end the pain
I want to die
In the rain tonight
So I don't have to live
In my fright.
The next poem I wrote at church camp. As I thought of a candle that is never put out.
Candle
At light in the darkness,
A single candle burning brightly,
Alone, Powerful, Magnificent,
Needing no other.
Yet during the day,
The candle still burns,
its light is blocked,
Weakening its power.
Keeps burning through the years,
Never disappearing even when weak,
But one day extinguished,
The light is gone unnoticed.
But from the wax,
A new candle is born,
To create light for another generation,
Resetting the cycle.
So those are my poems. I hope you like them. Please send me good or bad feedback.
Katie
Wow. I hope you feel better. I know how you feel. I'm not sure if you believe in reincarnation or not, but I myself sometimes feel like life is not worth coming back for here on Earth, if u know what I mean. I'm surprised that noone commented on these poems. 
