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218 · Feb 2018
Who are we?
kattrinsart Feb 2018
Who am I?
What does it mean,
To be so far from hope,
Yet closer than it seems?

Looking up and looking down,
Thinking we are small.
But then we are made of energy,
It runs through us all.

We are all part of life
And death may be the end,
But then it circles round
And restarts over again.

Maybe not for us,
Maybe there's no restart,
But our energy lives on
And is cherished in new hearts.

They inherit our love,
They suffer our pain,
But see that's the best part,
We are all connected in this chain.

The pain may be bad,
But is translated through hope,
For a new chance.
This helps us to cope.

We can learn from each other,
Become stronger as one,
Working all together,
So that we are never alone.

The link that binds us,
Is very strong.
It allows us to have belief
And gives us a place to belong.

As a community speaks for us,
Speaks to our souls.
Humans can help each other,
Help achieve our goals.

Who am I?
What does it mean,
To be so far from hope,
Yet closer than it seems?
Wrote this after going to a 'Real' talk from what the speaker was saying.
209 · Sep 2017
What he made me
kattrinsart Sep 2017
It's true,
why couldn't I see?
I'm exactly what
He said I'd be.
I cannot cope,
I am weak
and like he said
I'm a freak.
I failed life,
I lost it all,
if I continue
I'm sure to fall.
I can't give up,
I must go on:
I couldn't if i tried
as I'm weak not strong.
Either way
I shall be dead,
a walking zombie
or encased in lead.
I am sinking
and cannot be found
and will be buried
within the ground.
Maybe then
I'll be of some use,
once I am cut
from the noose.
I bet He'd show
once I'm gone,
when at last
He can sing His song.
He will raise His hands
and shout with glee
that  is in a place
that no longer included me.
Again this is a poem from a little while ago that I've only just had the courage to share. All suicidal thoughts are now clear from my mind.
207 · Apr 2017
Girl alone
kattrinsart Apr 2017
She sits alone in the wood
Her claws deep in the ground
Only here she is understood
The whispers in the trees
The smell of the earth
Near to the place
Of her birth
She had been abandoned
Left to rot and die
But the wolves rescued her
When the heard her cry
They taught her to hunt
And become one of the pack
But she didn't quite fit in
And so was left at the back
The pack alpha wanted her gone
She was too much of a pain
She couldn't keep up with the rest
And struggled with their games
But when sent back to the people
She was treated like a clown
People laughed at the way she acted
And turned her smile into a frown
Always treated as an outcast
And never had a home
Was the tale of a girl
Who was all alone
There was only one place she could go
Where she was understood
And that was all alone
Deep into the woods
193 · Sep 2017
Suicide
kattrinsart Sep 2017
Slit my throat
make me cry
stab my heart
and watch me die.
I'll bite my tongue
and hold my breath
lean towards you
as I welcome death.
Tie stands still
as you come for me.
I do not run
but just wait and see
for you to take my hand
and spread your wings,
an end to my pain
you will bring.
The kiss of death
I welcome thee
dark angel fly up
to rescue me.
You can drag me
to the pits of hell.
I don't belong in heaven
you know that too well.
You can remove
all this pain
and take me to a place
where I can no longer maim.
To those I ave hurt
I'm sorry for what I've done,
that's why I've decided to leave
to a place where I'll be alone.
This was a poem that I wrote awhile ago whilst I was going through a low point and only now do I feel able to share it. I am not trying to glorify death or anything of the sort it was just my feelings at the time. Hope that you like it.
82 · Jan 2020
Trapped
kattrinsart Jan 2020
In the dark hallway
Is where she stood
covered up by a
white cape and hood
So many directions
which to choose
it doesn't matter
she will always loose

at the start
she would run
testing out every
single one
but one day
she lost heart
as they all lead her
back to the start

so she slumped
into the dust
knowing that she'll
never be good enough
she will never
find the right way
running through tunnels
day after day

but in her heart
she also knew
it was no good
feeling blue

— The End —