Biography of Kendra Sullivan
Hey im an Kendra im 17 i love writing and poetry although most of it is depressing its what i write people say time pretty good but i feel like i should disagree. I love music is my life i feel like it gives me a spot in life.
Kendra Sullivan's Works:
Kendra Sullivan Poems
With the razor kissed wrists this is my bright red scream as I press down harder blood begins to surface I convince myself 'you don't feel pain, forget it, it's worth it'
This Thing Called Life
Life sucks. Life is great. Life is like a roller coster. life has love.
Knife Called Lust
i think of all that i have done the lust of love i think so dear i cry upon the clear fall i get up ask whos there
What The Hell?
what the hell iz wrong with the world today? people go by looks and not personality. Inside me iz a awesome person that no one knows. i know people look at me and say ew or sometimes maybe worse.
One time to many, One cut to deep, Three times the pressure, One shot to kill,
My Love For You
Everytime i talk to you my heart pounds Thoughs of you make me weak I gasp for air when i call your name Missing you is what i do best
when i say i love you know its true i care alot for you i try to always make you happy i let u know i care
why did you leave meh in this dark place alone i know it was hard and i feel the same the tears running down my cheeks are saying im the blame i sit here every night wondering where u are
Is This Real?
Time is passing can this be real? I feel oh so fuking ill A bullet to the head A stab in the chest
Would You Care?
would you care if i was dead or alive? would you care if i was crying or had a broken heart? would you care to make me smile when i was down? as i sing my sad song i think of what ive missed
Bunny Poem Random: D
i see a bunny as he runs by i think to myself i hope you die i smile and laugh at my own little joke i just keep thinking i hope you choke for todays the day I don’t care
Funny when things never change Even when you say they will But while your off screwing her My life is standing still
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone I cry for the time that you were almost mine, I cry for the memories I've left behind, I cry for the pain, the lost, the old the new, I cry for the times I thought I had you Not all scars show, not all wounds heal Sometimes you can't always see The pain someone feels Whats the sense of wishing for something when I always just wish it away?
From First To Last
Our time is here out time is now,
From life to death,
Were here till the end,
we got birth we get death
its a part of life
Don't cry don't it will be ok.