Cati Walthall Poems

One week turns into two weeks
As this two weeks turns into a month
Time flies quickly
But the clock ticks slowly
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Oh Toradol shot
You hit the spot
But not the right one
You make me scream in pain
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To all those people
Who think I'm ugly
Who think I'm fat
Who think I'm worthless
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Should I pray to a goddess
Or sing to The Lord?
My heart is burdened
And I can't take much more
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Roses are red
Voliets are blue
Everytime I go to bed
I think about you
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I run away
Depression catches up
It chokes me until I can barely breathe
He lets me breathe enough to slowly suffer
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I committed suicide
On Christmas day
decided I couldn't live the way I was living
Being so miserable in so many ways
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Never will I forget the first time a razor hit my wrist
Never will I forget the blood that shed
Never will I forget how my problems became this huge list
Never will I forget the puddles of red
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When I cover my scars
I'm no longer the emo one
I'm no longer that girl with cuts on her arms
No longer the shadow that covers the sun
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I remember that day in 5th grade
I asked you 'Can I learn to play? '
You told me 'I have a cello
not the best but still playable'
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