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Kennediey Gray Poem
It started with a cup.
The cup turned into a bottle.
The bottle made an addiction.
Addiction morphed into violence.
Violence grew into destruction.
Destruction Destroyed reason.
The reason delivered abuse.
-Fox
Copyright © Kennediey Gray | Year Posted 2017
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I always thought i was a disappointment.
I always thought life was never ending.
I would live for ever in misery.
Every single slow tick of the clock snapping my sanity.
living in hate...sadness.
Living in a world of 'what if's'
One time i even asked myself.
"What if you take your life and your make a new story?"
a new poem?
-fox
10/7/17
Copyright © Kennediey Gray | Year Posted 2017
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I know she may not smile at home.
I know in public she smiles.
But if someone would just please....
Please look pass the painted smile on her face.
Look inside..
Inside is a girl...
A girl who is dying and screaming.
Look where she lives.
Bottles litter the living room...
Kitchen...
dining room...
Look in her room please..
In her room is bloodied bandages.
on her desk is razors stained in blood.
Hurry up please!
look outside where her brother is hanging...
Look in her eyes!
In her eyes..
show a story.
In her eyes.
Her eyes... are dead.
Some...one
...Please...
-Fox
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Blank halls greet me.
Whispers welcome me.
It’s dark.
A black figure is coming.
He looks dangerous.
I’m scared...
Never ending halls.
It’s dark...
The man is closer.
The whispers louder.
More demanding.
Make it stop!
There’s a knife.
It looks rusted.
I don’t care.
I’ll use it to leave.
In my chest the knife rests.
I see white...
It’s bright.
Copyright © Kennediey Gray | Year Posted 2017
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