Kendra Sullivan Poems
|43.||Take This My Last Breath||11/24/2009|
|44.||In Doubt Is My Happiness||11/24/2009|
|45.||Bunny Poem Random: D||8/31/2009|
|46.||Would You Care?||11/9/2008|
|48.||My Love For You||4/15/2009|
|50.||What The Hell?||9/24/2008|
|51.||Knife Called Lust||10/10/2008|
|52.||This Thing Called Life||10/17/2008|
|53.||Is This Real?||8/31/2009|
Comments about Kendra Sullivan
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'
You convince yourself that there is no pain
I try to forget
it's just my sick little game
I'm ashamed of what I do
As time goes by they get harder to hide
more and more skin with scars on the outside
Hide them with long sleeved shirts, it covers them up but doesn't take away the hurt
It hurts the same when nobody knows; it's just the way it goes
Cut to feel alive, it's something I know...
I have a reason i do what i do.
I do it because you push me to be perfect.
there iz ne me there iz no u.
In my world i am only as perfect as i can get right now.
you push u press u consistantly yell.
IM SICK OF IT SO Fck U All