Vanessa Kingsley

Rookie (March 16th / Colorado Springs, Colorado)

Trade - Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

I traded my razor for a pen
I swapped my pills for candy
(But really, what’s the difference?)
I turned my tears into laughs
I turned my hurt into love
My lies were made truths
Instead of pushing away
I pushed towards
Instead of sitting in the dark
I sat in bright shadows
I gave up suicide
For life
I gave up hospitals
For school
I gave up the darkness
So I could live
Breathe
Feel
I’m here for a reason
I’m here to be real


Comments about Trade by Vanessa Kingsley

  • (12/24/2009 6:29:00 PM)


    well really a reason? ? ? ? and do we know it? well i don't..good that you know maty be. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 24, 2009



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