Kirsten Gray Poems

the cutting of course it causes pain
but those who do it have nothing to gain
for their life is a living hell
tears the have shed fill a deep dark well
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i wrote this on the one year anniversary of my grandpa's death

you’ve been gone now for a year
but still your memory we keep near
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He enters the room
My heart is a-flutter
One quick smile at me
And I melt like butter
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i did not wish to make you cry
but i felt that i had to die
the feeling was so strong and great
but i'm truly sorry for your heart break
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this is a poem i wrote in the days following the death of my grandpa

his chair will sit empty for all the days
while our memories of him slowly fade away
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a split second choice
has taken my voive
the voice of reason, inside my head
it tells me that i should be dead
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this is the first poem i ever wrote

Their words they hurt and destroy
they deaden those eyes once filled with joy
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i wrote this with all of my family and friends (and some who are both) who have lost a grandma in mind.

Your eyes they brim with tears
For someone you’ve known for many years
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this place of my life i am in
is filled with stupidity and sin
although you can't tell, i'm in pain
and trying oh so hard not to go insane
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right before i bring my hand down
i hesitate, my forehead creased in frown
the silent and fast
i retrace the past
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