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There was a Curious, serious, Confidential gal Who could not take the negativity in this world.
No one could see that as she hid that away with her smiles and humorous unseen ill ways.
She just needed to feel happy so she did as she'd say.
Her, Not yet ready to live another day.
That was the only way she would be okay,
So her soul fades now as she lay.
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I cant wait another day

Its so cold and I'm about to break

I'm tired of what you have to say

I cant wait another day

I'm tired of this life and the places I’ll go

We cant take the change that will never occur

**** it, so I'm tired of what life has to show

**** it so

Don’t you know

You should know me

Not own me

I will stop along the way

Its so cold and I'm about to break

I'm tired of what you have to say

And all that I have to say

Is I cant take another day.
"You'll Be Remembered." By Kaitlyn A. Warnken

The slowly fating of my heart beating. The rage of hate stirring up while the angers heating. Holding these wounds tight trying to stop the bleeding. Locking doors shut trying to stop the screaming. Closing my eyes, pinching my skin trying to pretend I'm dreaming. But the truth was was that i was leaning. Only i wish i could have been dreaming this night. leaning on seeking to find the fringe of my own life. Wishing for a shot gun n' pistol to take a couple rounds to my own life tonight. Hell my spark would go out in my life light. I'd of done it by now but i have no knife. Yea, that's right. Though i know I'm strong enough to win this fight, on this night and make my life light ignite. They told me to **** myself i responded, i think I'll do it on my own time, SYKE. People are rude, with no respect they don't know what their saying. No matter what you do prove them wrong by staying. Take the words and stop taking them to heart. Once you stop the words will stop tearing you apart. And remember that those scares wont last forever. Just stop the "hurting your body," you'll do fine in your life because i know You're clever. inside and on the outside you will die never, because you'll succeed in your life and be remembered. Unlike others who's lights go out in their own life ember's. So live how you want. who you are is just another life member of which we all have lived faster. And at the end of a long life we give after. But you're the kid who made it in life so no need for us to cry. You will always be known so we will never have to say good bye because in our hearts it's you who lives inside. Just don't be that kid who gets a short life because they "signed." You are a smart kid You are smart enough to realize you need realigned. Stay true inside. It will help, that's not a lie. Neither is your life so don't ruin it ever. If you stick to that rule you'll die never And be remembered.
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I do not want time here in life.
I see that time is all life was.
Time meant nothing to me.
My time has run out.
**** it out of
time.
No
time.
My heart hurts.
The clocks don't work.
It's after time which is nothing.
IM GONE & NO ONE FIND ME.
LIFE TIMED ME, LIFE'S GONE.


I could have never held on.
Tragedy*  *is when something unbearable happens
and all life around you comes to a stop.
It is like you are forever living in that worse possible moment and you stop dancing to life.
That song that once had been playing, is now just an infinite, ravenous, and
  vex  beat.
The sound that will
  repeat,
and  repeat,
and  repeat.
You conclude to yourself that you are no longer you, and your being can never look at itself the same way it did before.
You look at yourself knowing things will
  never  be the same,
as if once you were happy dreading it will never be again, and you
  fade  *away
until you are nothing more
and your life ends.
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Life does not have the answers.
You are the answer.
Accept it
&
Stop questioning life's ways when
life doesn't ask you questions.
They are the calling to the wicked raft of everything dark evil.
They are the animals that play with it's food.
Going about as if I am its pray let they place thee here under the sharp shearing claws of this animal.
The calling comes from my ******* Minds.
&
The worse part is
is that they wont hurt me more than I can take.
They know if they do I will be dead
&
What will be left of me for it to play with me will be beyond past its lowest point.
So my pain is that they watch me struggle
&
laugh.
Lastly, with this ******* mind
I sink into the deeper depths of the drowning away from this ******* place.
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