Biography of Suzanne Gaut
My name is Suzanne, I suffer from depression, and ADD.
Writing is who I am. If i couldn't write poems, I would have no other way to show who I am. I'm 15 and believe that there is someone out there, somewhere. I think that it would also be amazing to see in a birds view. To be able to soar through the sky without a worry. To see nature in a different way... There's a whole other world out there, and we don't know about it because we're so self centered. While the birds and creatures have their way to see clearly...
Suzanne Gaut Poems
dogs are food. dogs are nude dogs are cool they go to school
A Cold Winters Night
One cold winters night, I felt the need to write. So I took out some paper, But ended up about a raper...
One Little Boy
One little boy, all alone, All he wants is to find a home. He goes in every store, But is rudley ignored.
Why? ? ?
If life is about living to your fullest potential, Then why can't hobos have shelter? If love is about compassion,
Can you tell me why I am like this? Tell me why I hurt everyone I see? Tell me why I'm a loner? Tell me why people hate me so much? Tell me why I am so damn depressed? Tell me why I can always hear everyone laughing at me? Tell me why I have trust issues? Tell me what I have to do to love you? Tell me why this happens to me? Can you show me? Show me why I fell in love with you? Show me why you think I'm so beautiful? Show me why I think I'm ugly? Show me that I'm actually more than I put myself out to be? Show me why I thought I loved you?
What would happen if the world stopped spinning? Why do people get hurt so much? What is love? Can you really truly know someone?
Memmories Of The Past
I see you two walking side by side, I say I'm okay but secretly I'm crying inside. She holds your hand, It may seem that I don't mind,
Love On Edge.
How did you think this would work? Why did you have to make me hurt? I thought we were meant to be, At least that's what you told me.
You know the feeling, when your hearts finally healing? What about the thought, to never deal when the pain he brought? Did you ever stop to think, what if we were pink? Or maybe the idea of living, without the love they're giving..
What if we laughed when we were sad, and cried when we were happy? What if all things were left unsaid,
Depression... The feeling when your all alone, even in the most crowded room. Happiness... When nothing can ever bring you down.
Alone In The Dark
I feel very alone. The dark follows me everywhere. I look to see what's really there but all I see is nothing.... I sit and wonder if there's anyone who could help, but I can't see anyone, the world is
What is love?
Is love when he loves you for who you are,
or when he buys you things and makes you feel like his star?
What is pain?
Is pain when you cry,
and it hurts to even try?
What is laughter?
Is laughter when you're having fun,
and there's no more need to run?