Biography of Kelsey Joe
I'm a teenager striving to find a purpose. I have some amazing friends, but I have been hurt by quite a few people I called my friends. When I'm not at home hiding away from all the yelling and pain, I'm at school probably getting bullied and hiding that away as well. I believe poems are a good way expressing things, but not all of my poems are related to me. Some are for my friends or about my friends.
I believe in experience, and how it'll break you or make you. I let fate run its course but hope for a better outcome. I've learned some pretty good life lessons, and I stick to them.
Life comes fast, but you have to know that somewhere... there is hope.
And there is Love.
Kelsey Joe Poems
Best Friends Forever, More Like Sisters
Through thick and thin no matter what Even when you have a broken heart And everything seems to hit like a dart, I'm here.
Depression hurts inside and out. On the inside your heart tears
Love, Pain, Blood And Death
Love is her murder
Please Don'T Leave Me Alone
Pain is unrevealing Loneliness is perfectly normal Every moment goes on At least until one goodbye
The Perfect Suicide
Death is cold Death is above But sometimes Death is love.
She lays on the ground, This demon man hates, She's crying and not found, He stands there and waits.
I Miss You
I miss you Can't you see? We're miles away And I'm sad as can be.
When A Friend
When a friend drinks When a friend bleeds, Do not freak out. When a friend takes a puff
A silent tear falls to the ground She hides in her place, not making a sound. Grief had invaded her body for years And now it was time for her to face her fears.
A friend I once trusted And she trusted me But now our friendship is ruined.
Remember me when I hold the knife, Remember me as I take my life. Remember me when I do bad things, Remember me as if I had wings.
Lost And Confused
It's dark and cold outside And I'm walking down this road, I don't really know why, I just am Lost in the memories I hold.
Remembering The Past.
Eyes piercing Through my flesh, Unbearable pain and unaccepting hearts.
Heaven Gone Amiss
The clouds begin to thicken My spirit reaches for yours You try to reach back to me But the clouds make your spirit sore.
I lay in the middle of the floor
With no meaning to my life
I look at the dots on the ceiling
And hope for something to happen.
Maybe the roof will collapse
And kill me right there
Maybe somebody will shoot a gun
And it'll crash through the windows and go to me.