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Kendra

Can’t be Perfect

Copyright Kendra

No one understands me and the things I go through, I only wish that I could make you happy.

Control

Copyright Kendra

I can’t comtrol my life.
It becomes overwhelming.
The pain that dwells inside of me.
I can not control,
but the one pain i do control,
is the pain that I inflict upon myself.

Sunshine

Copyright Kendra

For the first day in years,
the sun shines brightly on my
scared body,
the sun so warm and comforting,
helps me to realize that I do want to live for one more day,
one step farther.

Silent Cries

Copyright Kendra

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
I have almost every night,
wondering why i can’t stop crying,
thinking of what I have done to make you mad or make you sad,
wondering why I am still even here.

Alive

Copyright Kendra

A shinny new blade,
the old familiar sting,
bright red streams of blood roll down my arm,
reminding me that i am alive.

No One Understands

Copyright, Kendra

No one understands the pain I have inside,
No one understands the cuts on my body,
My friends think I’m suicidal, but the pain inside I cannot bare,
The cuts are like an escape for me, when I cut I feel free and alive once again.

Hopeless

Copyright, Kendra

Hopeless romances, broken hearts, sleepless nights, and the fights. Bruises and scars. Cries and silent screams. No one can understand the pain that dwells inside my hopeless soul.

 

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