Biography of Kevyn Whitehead
I am but a simple man. I write what i feel when i feel. I have no love speak of and no friends there either. My mind is creating every second i think.
Kevyn Whitehead's Works:
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Kevyn Whitehead Poems
Slit my wrist watch me bleed, Shake my hand watch me need, Cut my throat as i gasp for air, Watch my feet dangle like nothing is there.
Have you ever felt something so write could go so wrong. Have you ever wondered how this conundrum could be? Well ill tell you how i feel in this poem i wrote...
When you feel numb you feel nothing is real. Numb is the worst thing to feel. When your numb you feel like there is no life. When your numb there is nothing but a knife,
Pain is all I have it's all I ever feel, Pain takes my life away as if it was never real, Pain makes me so depressed i can no longer live, Pain takes away my empathy i can no longer give,
Hole In My Heart
There's a place in me where it's void, Nothing occupies this space. This place is reserved for one thing i can't find. That thing I can't find is love.
Death To A Good Poet
How can you love someone so vile and mean? How can you love any one thats not right for you? When i feel love i feel something placed between us. I see that love to you is just a game.
How The Day Ends
Ahh, here comes the time of day, where there's nothing to except weap in sorrow. As the day comes to an end, my life fills with pain and sorrow.
All day I sit in sadness, crying, dying, never alive.
All day I sit in sadness,
But wait what's this,
could it be,
the disease I need,
yes it could.
It could be exactly what I need to help me.