So, I am 13. Yeah, I don't have life figured out and I have no reason to feel depressed and I don't really think I am. But reading my poems you might think that I am. I write poems that either are about me or they aren't. But I will tell if they are or not. Soo, enjoy and if you don't then lmao.
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Note: Not about me
her cuts screamed mercy
while her heart bled more
she put down the blade
blood running down her fingers
red stained floors
she cut in perfect lines
those cuts everlasting
she waited for her time
her breath to get ragged
she closes her eyes and dreams no more
minutes feel like hours
her pain no more
the darkness fills her
screaming at her from the door
but she can't seem to fight it
the urge to live no more
her fight is over
she's ready to die
take one last breath
this is it
goodbye.
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This was one of my first poems. I started to write in February of 2016. At the time my now ex had encouraged me to keep on and I did and I've grown so much from my first poem and it makes me utterly happy, because it's really all I have left.
-Caitlin Rose
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PoetryOh wow, something about myself. Am I a deep person? Yes. I write in ways no one will ever understand. These are my poems. The way I express myself. Through the words of depression and sadness. Hell I'd turn back now. Or just stay. Read my life story...
