I have officially lost control of my life,
My parents don't understand,
My friends don't understand,
No one understands.

But the question is,
Will anyone ever understand?

I am so alone in this war,
I have lost control of my thoughts,
Actions,
Choices,
Look,
and even feel.

I am like a emotionless, dry, unwanted and confused zombie.

If my family were to read my poems,
They still would never understand there cadging me and I need out.

I am a child of the shadows until I push myself through, and then I am pushed back.

"Am I going to die *****?" You ask from your hospital bed, you look so pale with out your brilliant red hair, I smile sadly as a tear escapes my eye.

"No, go to sleep baby girl, I'll be here when you wake." My voice cracks at the end, but you don't hear.

Your heart monitor slows, and my small whimpers turn to sobs, doctors rush in- but your already gone.

Goodbye Baby Girl.
I love you.
~Kat Herondale

Poems and Reading is the center of the earth and sanity it's self.
~Kat Herondale

I Used To Think That I Was Repeating Someones Life, That I Wasn't Unique, I Wasn't New, I Was Just A Repeat, But Then I Thought... What If I Was The Person That Creates The Path For Everyone To Follow? What If I Was The Unique One, The New One, And I Was Original, But In Everyone Else's Eyes, Just Not My Own, Maybe We All Just Can't See Our Value In Our Own Eyes, And Those Who Have Faith In Us Is The Only Ones Who Can See Us Shine. ~ Kat H