Imagination.   1/8/06


My blood is boiling, my head is sore,
Don’t say another word, I can’t take anymore.
Don’t think you understand me, you don’t have a clue,
Stop pretending you’re a parent, theirs nothing you can do.
Your always talking over me, you don’t hear a word,
All you did was make me mad, angry feelings you stirred.
You look through all my things, to get a glimpse of my world,
My dark and desperate poems, my books at you I hurled.
You think there’s something wrong with me, I promise you there’s not,
I’m just being me, writing about the problems I got.
I don’t do drugs or slash my wrists, it’s my imagination gone wild,
Stop saying I need help cause my depressions not just mild.
Just walk out and close the door, leave me alone to calm,
And don’t be scared when you walk in and see blood running down my arm.
I lied to you get over it, you’ve done it to me too,
Your lucky that it was myself I hurt, and I didn’t do it to you. 



Kate

Why             22/7/06



Bleeding, burning, fighting, fury,
Stop trying to be my judge and jury.
I am who I am, you cant change me,
What I listen to, wear, or my sexuality.
Why can’t you just accept who I am ,
Why can’t you love me, and not give a damn.
Why do you think you can change me, why do you try,
Why do you think you understand, when you know I rather die.
Hug me, kiss me, try to make belive,
That everything I’ve told you, weren’t lies to decive.
If only you knew who I was and my feeling I have inside,
You would have seen so long ago that I had died.
Why did you choose now to try to take control,
Why do you try to ruin my life, is it your only goal.
So fuck off now, leave me alone,
Let me cut myself, cry, bleed and moan.
Im closing the door now, im blocking you out,
Don’t come back in just to scream and shout.
So leave me alone now, and wait and see,
Letting me be who I am is the only key.



Kate

Lead me to the sun        23/9/05

No strength within me
To stay alive
No strength inside
To try to survive

Cutting releases my pain
And helps me to cope
When I want to die
And have lost all hope

I am suffering from depression
An anxiety disorder too
I wont go to the doctor
I dont want it to be true

I slice away my pain
In hope of a better day
I will keep on pretending
And to God I will pray

Help me please Lord
I need a helping hand
I need an angel
someone to understand

Someone who has hope
for a better day to come
Someone who is encouraging
And can lead me to the sun



Kate

Cutting  16/7/06


I feel the cold blade run down my skin,
It helps release the feelings I hold within.
I look down at my hand as my blood flows free,
I think about all those times I wished to be anyone but me.
I’ve been raped, beaten, drugged and used,
Cutting helps me forget all the times I was abused.
I’m feeling tired and my thoughts are fading,
I’m tired of doing nothing, my life I am wasting.
I have scars on my body, my wrists and my thighs,
I cry as I slice away for each of the lies.
Im petrified of people, im scared of school,
I don’t cut myself cause I think its cool.
As I bleed out, it eases my pain,
It helps me forget and relive the shame.



Kate

Im going to fill this "Diary" with a heap of poems i've written. I hope you like them all. And if you don't i don't care and don't want to know.