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Welcome to my website. This is me Krystella,
well of course. I like writing poetry and listening to Music.
This is a poem that I
wrote in first person then changed it to 3rd.
She'd lay
in her bed hurting,
With pins in her skin.
Feeling the pain she liked, wanting to die.
Wishing that she wasn't
here. Then she met me.
And the pins disappeared. The pain was still inside,
But gone on the outside. When she needed
help she'd
Come to me, and ask for it.
Talking about the scars it made, and how
Ugly they looked
And She'd
cried; she didn't like the scars, just he feeling.
All the time she'd think of the feeling, she'd call me.
Then on
day she told me she didn't think of it at all,
And hadn't thought of it all week.
She wanted me to be happy; and I
was.
Still, today she thanks me and tells me we're
BEST FRIENDS (because best friends help each other!
She also
told me, I saved her life.
This is me and my thoughts only. I don't care if you like it or don't. Get over
it. I'm 16. life is alright. I dunno.
I enjoy doing things with friends and meeting new people. But not ONLINE. I only
like to meet people who go to my school. I don't trust online perverts.
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WHY? (poem)
Why do people always think the negative way about me?
I'm tired of
it... I'm not as bad as people make me out to be.. seriously.. I wish i
could do something right
for once... so people stop think down on me..
I don't
care what people think of me..
but This HURTs me when
i hear..
"She's a trouble maker" or...
"She does drugs..."
SHE THIS AND SHE THAT!!
I just wish people would stop!!!
THIS IS A POEM
ABOUT A FRIEND!
I saw everything she did,
She brought blades to school,
And used them when she left the classroom.
She'd bring alcohol to school,
And drank it at lunch.
Out in the open.
She also took pills,
During class,In
the middle of a lesson.
I never told anyone about what she was doing.
Or tried getting her help.
I just let her
do it. Why?
She OD on ecstasy And was put in rehab.
Now's she's getting help.
I feel it was wrong of me,
To
not get her help.
I was there, and i saw it. I saw every step,
Every drug she did,But i didn't do anything.
But
I don't know why but I'm happy she's
Getting help because She needed it.
These are sites that I go to on a daily bases.
Mydeardairy is the site where my online diary is!
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