Biography of Mary Keat
I grew up in a little town and at the age of eleven I came to a school named Milton Hershey School. There my life got worse and worse. At home family problems caused me to get depressed easily. At the age of thirteen I descovered my talant to write poems and draw anime. In all of my poems I describe my feelings.
Mary Keat Poems
You dont know, You never will. So go ahead and kill, Kill me slowly.
Look, my wrists, theres nothing there. Look, there's no marks. Look, you cant see them. Look, they're inside, where they can hide.
This is the knife holds my fears, This is the knife that holds my tears. This is the knife that I can not touch, This is the knife that I fear too much.
Storms of my mind, Surrounding my eyes. Thoughs raging thorugh, On small things.
A broken home, A broken life. A broken heart, Broken strife.
Don't try to tell me who I am. Dont try to tell me what I think. Dont touch me! I'll get you fast...even before you blink.
My heart is cold, My thoughs are old. My heart is not there, My thoughs are in the air,
My heart is cold,
My thoughs are old.
My heart is not there,
My thoughs are in the air,
In this life I dont care.
Raise your arms,
Face your pain,
And all lifes' shames.
Live this life,