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Karley Kay Poems
Hating this feeling, what's this mean? My chest hurts, I can't breathe My eyes burn, tears stain my face My hands shake, can't seem to stop.
Music speaks to me When music plays My body moves to the beat My heart beats faster
All Because Of You
Because of you, I'm stronger Because of you, I'm happier Because of you, I laugh again Because of you I cry no more
The darkness returns, the shadows surround me Suddenly I forgot how to breathe What's going on? Why is this happening again?
I’m a girl with a fragile heart Bandaged together with care Cracks spread everywhere In danger of shattering
Hearing your words Echoing in my head I squeeze my eyes closed Trying to block them out.
Dear God, I ask thee this day To help me make the right decision About my future, my life So many options, so many choices
Nothing Is What It Seems
The sun peeks over the mountain The dew on the grass Makes everything glitter The cool air nips at my heels
Put Your Pain In My Hands
Standing there, holding you close Wishing I could take your pain away Wishing your pain would be my pain So you wouldn’t be hurting like this
Time Doesn't Heal All My Wounds...
So many people would say that time heals all wounds, but for me, it’s never been true. If time heals all wounds, then either I haven’t had enough time yet or my wounds are so deep that it will take far too long before all my wounds are gone. My wounds are like small pieces of glass and each piece of glass is sharp and when hit with it, it leaves a scar mentally and physically. Many people don’t know the real and true me. I get so scared to let anyone see the real me, afraid if what they might think when all the layers of me that I hide behind are gone.
Modern Day Romeo and Juliet
Romeo, I am waiting for you What I want to know, is Where are you? Will you ever come?
Glancing around the room My breath coming in faster My eyes dart around Feels like I'm being choked
Why’d you have to go? You had so much To live for And now you’re gone forever
Scars cover my arms, a silent reminder Of the way I dealt with the past What I faced in life Loosing my real mom
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Hating this feeling, what's this mean?
My chest hurts, I can't breathe
My eyes burn, tears stain my face
My hands shake, can't seem to stop.
Walking down the hall, avoiding eye contact
Don't touch me, don't come closer
Suddenly afraid and not knowing why
As a group of guys come my way.
'This is ridiculous' I tell myself
'Their just guys, ' so why am I so afraid?
I get no answer, just silence
As I edge closer to the wall.
Images fill my mind as I walk
Of my past, I thought I forgot
Told myself I exaggerated
The pain I felt ...