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hopes of feeling some emotion aside from sorrow.

  I should save my breath since you don't care.

  I know that you have made it very clear.

  I guess I was never your friend.

  As you did hurt me in the end.

  I never have said that I was a saint.

  That is definitely something you ain't.

  Kennie Kayoz

  Untitled

  I've always hated people who claim so and so is #1.

  But when in doubt you can't get any higher than me.

  90% of what I write becomes listed in the popular content.

  I guess you can call me certified platinum.

  Cause when I write I certainly flatten'em.

  Everything I write gets read.

  But yet none of it goes to my head.

  I put my life in text.

  I tear people up like a T-Rex.

  If you want to know how I'm feeling.

  Read what I write, know if I'm healing.

  I don't resort to the bottle.

  Poetry is like jumping on the throttle.

  My mind races with words.

  Each line is sharp as a sword.

  Lines go through my mind.

  Everything I write gets read.

  But yet none of it goes to my head.

  I put my life in text.

  I tear people up like a T-Rex.

  Kennie Kayoz

  What Did I Do ?

  What Did I Do ?

  What did I do to ever deserve this.

  At first things seem to be as eternal as bliss

  She says she doesn't remember anything the next day.

  Or is that just what she is starting to say.

  Am I really not that important.

  Do I really not mean anything

  Am I just going to be a distant memory soon.

  Perhaps forgotten when I'm gone.

  Perhaps I'm forgotten while I'm here.

  I don't need to be remembered.

  I'm nothing important.

  I already know that.

  Does anyone see me when I walk around.

  Or am I invisible to the world.

  Only seen in the eyes of bullies.

  Which is turning out to be everyone.

  Seems like nobody is there for me.

  She says she doesn't remember.

  I say...

  She won't remember when I'm gone.

  - Kennie -

  You Are My Enemy...

  I'm a lit flame.

  What's your future, I predict pain.

  Always in the basement, causes madness.

  Don't you ever call me again.

  I'm not your buddy or your pal.

  Right here is where it ends.

  You are my enemy.

  When are buddies suppose to be so mean.

  There must be hate in the air that we both breathe.

  Always being close to someone thinking there you were there for us.

  I guess I must have misread the meaning of trust.

  I hope you die a bitter death.

  Lay in a graveyard where all you assholes rest.

  Now you can hate me cause I'm the best

  Shut down this friendship cause there's no fixing this mess.

  You look at us and be mad that your not satisfied with who you are.

  Your single, divorced and got your kids beggin you for money from a far.

  Don't you ever call me again.

  I'm not your buddy or your pal.

  Right here is where it ends.

  You are my enemy.

  - Kennie -

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  Welcome To My World

  My greatest weapon is the pen that I hold, with it I shall do what I want to anyone.

  If you anger me I shall hurt you, I shall become Gerard Butler in Law Abiding Citizen and take my revenge.

  I shall turn into Dexter and chop you up with my words.

  My writing is my own personal playground.

  It's my own world.

  I come and go as I please.

  I get to live in it however I want.

  I get to seek out the evils in my own life and deal with them however I want.

  Who wouldn't want to live in a world of fiction.

  You tell me that you don't have fictional thoughts...

  Feelings in which you have been let down in life.

  Some people turn to music or movies for there fictional satisfaction.

  I turn to my writing in which I get to write out my fictional satisfaction for all to read.

  - Kennie -

 
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