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Katie Christian Poem
Cut your wrists,
And hope to die.
I think it's time to say goodbye.
Just close your eyes and go to sleep,
Before they can hear you weep.
Your heart was beating,
Now its not.
Covered in blood,
You were gone.
You made the pain go away,
And ended your life that rainy day.
Your eyes were glassy and misted,
Your body unmoving and listless.
You left us without a doubt.
They pushed you over the ledge,
And you killed yourself with the razors sharp edge.
"No one cares" you thought
"Not even if I'm dead."
You were right,
They don't miss you.
Just another life down the drain,
No one would ever know your pain.
Copyright © Katie Christian | Year Posted 2016
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Katie Christian Poem
Dear grandfather, you meant the world to me.
I loved you even as a baby.
You played with me and gave me love,
Not something that every grandfather does.
You didn't leave us that long ago.
It was only in 2013.
I remember that day like it was only yesterday.
Sunny and warm, it was only eight in the morning.
You had asked for a napkin and we supplied,
But when we had gotten there you had already died.
I loved you paw paw, I really did, and I hope
Wherever you are you still love me.
I miss you, and wherever you are I know you miss
Me, too.
I love you, paw paw.
Rest in Peace
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Katie Christian Poem
They call me names
and play their games
But they can't feel my pain
Of the razor I use to make my life a little smaller
They say that I'm worthless
That I'm just another name
In their suicide game
I'm not the first
And I won't be the last
To cry at night
And pretend that I'm alright
I cut my wrists
using that small blade
And I think I'm loosing
their suicide game
One more round and
I'm down for the count
I can see the end
Just around the bend
So I played
And I played well
But it was all in vain
Because I lost their suicide game
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Katie Christian Poem
Anger burns me to my core,
Blistering every happy part of me left.
The only thing I know of now is hatred, anger, and
Revenge. It claws at me from the inside,
Making me scream out, but that makes it worse.
Every thought I have now is of murder,
Of killing anyone who wrongs me.
My old self, she has been caged and
Is rotting away somewhere deep inside of me,
Somewhere I can never find.
She is crying out for someone, something, to
Free her, but no one listens.
Soon there will be nothing left of her,
Soon she will not exist. She is barely there now.
I cry out for someone to stop the madness, but that
Just pushes them away. So I stay silent, angering
Everyone around me.
I hate them.
I hate all of them.
I want them to die.
I can't make it stop.
They are always there, the thoughts, and I
Let them take me over.
There is nothing left of what I used to be, and
I am gong insane over it.
But, I guess things always turn out the way
They're supposes to be, don't they?
So maybe I was doomed from the start.
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Katie Christian Poem
He was there
When no one else was,
And he held me when I cried.
He acted as the Robin Hood
That watched over my life.
He laughed with me when I was happy,
And made me laugh when I was sad.
He was the best thing that I ever had.
My grandfather, Mr.Robin Hood shall I say,
Was something very rare,
And now he's way up there,
Acting as the Robin Hood
Of my life.
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Katie Christian Poem
Looking all around, I see nothing but black.
Yet when I look down, I see a sliver of color.
A sign that tells me there is hope of going back.
Surrounded by darkness, you keep me sane
In a sea of debris, you keep me safe
Here you seem small, fragile
But take another look.
You are bigger than anything I will ever see.
Just a thin blue ribbon is all you seem to be,
But to me you are everything.
For contest: Just a Thin Blue Ribbon
5/8/16
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Katie Christian Poem
Pointless.
Stupid.
Ugly.
That's what you are.
Slut.
Fat.
Annoying.
You'll never change.
Why are you here?
Why try?
Just kill yourself.
Disappear.
Like you never were here.
A stain on humanity.
A parasite in society.
Screams.
Crying.
Tears.
Fear.
Silver blade.
Crimson wrists.
Six feet under.
Its all over.
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Katie Christian Poem
I am a porcelain girl with cracked porcelain skin
I want to be pretty perfect thinthinthin
Skinny little thighs pretty pink cheeks
So down my throat my finger goes and up the bad things go
Nimble little fingers stained with chocolate cake and cherry pie, red stained lips and puffy pink eyes
Dead broken eyes and mile wide thighs, ugly cheeks and broken smiles
Happy pretty doctors giving out round little candies to keep me from dying
Screams and cries and lieslieslies
I am fine I am pretty I am fine
I am a little porcelain girl with taped porcelain skin, pieces chipping off and bugs crawling in
No food for days bingebingebinge
Little round candies fill the holes, keep the bugs away
Happy pretty doctors say that I’m better but my fingers are still stained and it won’t go away
Can’t stop won’t stop must be thin
Lies grow bigger smiles grow wider
I am thin I am thin I am thin
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Katie Christian Poem
We were young,
the sparkle still in our eyes.
You gave me your love,
and I gave you mine.
But the love you gave me
was full of lies.
I had given you my heart,
and you still hold the key,
but you took yours away from me.
When we were together my heart became whole,
But now you're gone and I feel like I'm missing
Part of my soul.
I'm still in love with you,
But you can't even see me.
You live your life,
And I live mine,
But something doesn't feel right.
I feel empty
I feel lost
I feel like I have only half a heart.
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Katie Christian Poem
Its been so long since he left me
But the wound still feels fresh.
And I can't help that every time I see him,
I get a little jealous.
He is happy and more lively than I
And I can tell he is in love
By the look in his eyes.
But that love is not for me
Oh, how I wish it were!
But his love is not for me,
No, it is for her.
She is tall
With long chestnut colored hair
Her eyes are pools of chocolate
Floating in a sea of white
And she is like a twig
Growing in a tree that is ever so big
How i long to be her,
Just to have his love
For I am full of jealousy
Jealousy for his love
Copyright © Katie Christian | Year Posted 2016
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