Jereldene Calvert (5/12/1999 / Conquest Hospital, hastings)
Biography of Jereldene Calvert
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Jereldene Calvert Poems
They took my heart They took my hand They took me to The promised land
Skin tight jeans over thighs that never touch Skin tight tops over ribs that jut Skin tight, stretched over bones ill-fed But we are not quite skin-tight enough yet.
The Thin Garden That Grows
They won't understand. I feed myself on wishful thinking and willpower. Crawling, reaching towards the most delicate of flowers. Hunger comes and goes, but here to stay;
Come take my hand I'll take you down I'll take you round on My merry-go-round
Where I Belong
I tried to be 'badass' it didn't work I tried to be good it made my head hurt
People stare because I laugh When there's nothing to laugh about I know that if I didn't laugh The tears would all spill out.
The world is dark For we are dark The night is long For we are weak
Depression isn't something I like to talk about. It always makes me feel small. Depression can control me, for that I must be weak.
Things I Hate About You
I hate how you laugh when I cry. I hate how you watch me bleed. I hate how you cheat, then lie about it even when you know I know. I hate how you give yourself scars 'just so we match'.
Bleeding gently Screaming soft No more breathing Feeling lost
They took my heart
They took my hand
They took me to
The promised land
They set me free
They let me be
Now you must say
Goodbye to me