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Madison Kennedy May 2021
I live life to die?
Oh how I'm dying to live!
What does this all Mean?
What is my goal here? why do I have a goal? Anyone else searching for answers?
Madison Kennedy May 2021
I have no one to tell me that I did great.
Only a mere nod,
And that empty look that I hate.
I understand that no one is responsible for me.
Only look to God,
That's how I carry on with this fate.

I have no one to tell me that I did well,
Only a quick smile,
And pure disinterest, I can tell.
I only have my achievements,
Yes I only have me.
But God tapped me on my shoulder
Saying, "I'm really proud of Thee."
You ever feel like no one is there? Like really there?
Madison Kennedy Jan 2021
Swimming in my own blood,
I’m found void of emotion.
Groveling in the mud,
Like a fish who longs for the ocean.

Will I die out here in the sun?
Maybe pass away in the cold?
These things shall remain unknown
As long as my depression remains my gold.

Mady, you’re addicted to your misery?
None of it makes sense!
While your days grow ever shorter
The fog only gets more dense.

God, I’m starting to feel like my fate is sealed.
Even though it may just be the Enemy.
But the enemy hasn’t lied, for I truly have not healed.
He’s only exploiting the sadness within me.

Death is knocking at my door.
Will it be from my own hands?
Breaking hearts I didn’t even know.
Praying that someone understands.

So, the future can clearly be seen.
I know what all of the riddles mean!
I am broken, but my pieces are here!
I may be *****, but I can be clean.

Get away from me, you black dog.
Get away from me, you are torturous.
You sit on my back, and follow me around!
You are a leech, and you are murderous.

Swimming in my on blood,
Swinging from my own weight
Did I pass because of depression?
Or did I pass because of hate?
To the one who reads, I don’t know if it’s too late. It seems that I’m not living to die, but merely dying.
Madison Kennedy Jan 2020
What is this life we live?
Why is life so fleeting?
All of ourselves we give.
Just to receive Life's beating.
For those who began at the top
Only grow higher.
But those who began at the the bottom
Sink deep into the mire.

What does it matter what we dream?
What does it matter what we aspire?
When all of it's for naught!
It shall burn in the coming fire.
Purpose?
Madison Kennedy Jul 2019
Young one, why do you weep?
Yes, you, the lonely Black sheep?
Aren't you mine?
Then find your way home.
Rather than weep here all alone.

I know what hurts your heart.
I can see what tears you apart.
You must be patient, then I will help you.
Despite what you've done and been through.

Stop saying, "I don't want to live."
Stop saying, "God doesn't want to give."
Though you sin against me, I love you to death.
I am preparing a blessing that will take away your breath.

Follow me back home.
Let us talk like we did before.
Do not weep, but have hope!
You are my child, you will soar!
If  no one notices your illness, I will first. I love you little sheep, no matter what.
The one who reads, keep going.
Madison Kennedy Jun 2019
This little sheep has wandered far from home.
It is sad and all alone.
This little sheep wants to be ok.
Just her and her shepherd
Like back in the day.

Lord let me come back home.
Lord don't leave me alone.
Lord let me wear white again.
I cannot make it on my own.

Lord Let me come back home.
Lord please don't leave me alone.
Lord let me wear white again.
How can I make it on my own?

I pray that You will hear the voice of your desensitized sheep who cries for you in the wilderness, My Lord.
Forgive me for my Infidelity.
Madison Kennedy Jun 2019
Spring is coming.
Can winter last forever?
God has smiled, at last.
Spring is coming.
Hold on, it will get better!
Soon, this will be a distant past.


I was walking alone in the bitter cold.
Slowly losing faith in everything.
Suddenly, in the distance, I saw a single rose.
Despite the harsh conditions, it was growing!

A rose, it was a rose. In the midst of the snow it stood tall.
A rose, it was a rose!
Spring might be coming after all.

Though the skies are gray.
And the birds slowly disappear
The rose stands vibrant!
Spring is coming, spring is near.
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