Kaitlyn

@kaitlyndivito2

Just a wanna be poet



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Kaitlyn . 4 years ago
Am I always gonna feel this empty? Everything just always feels so numb. I hurt myself just to feel something. Yes, I know I need help. I just wanna feel again. I just wanna know what it’s like to smile. I don’t wanna feel so insecure. I just wanna ...
I wanna be free. And I will be, someday.
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
Anger burns in my chest again.
I guess that’s my theory after all. *TRIGGER WARNING*
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
“Hello brother, it’s been a while.”
Nobody is gonna read this, so who cares?
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
History repeats itself every single night.
“Our history.” I tell myself as I lay down my weary head.
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
So this is going to be quotes I like from the book I’m writing. Feel free to tell me what you think!
This is a collection of quotes from a book I’m writing. It’s called The Choosing and you can currently read it on Wattpad :)
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
I don’t know what you want me to say anymore.
I’m done
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
He yells and screams.
I cower, afraid to do anything.
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
Black. Why is it that it is associated with loneliness?
Why?
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
Scissors stabbing on my heart.
Scissors stabbing.
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
It’s odd when you have to wonder if you’re the only one that has feelings.
Maybe anxiety isn’t an illness.
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
You said I wasn’t good enough for you.
I had no one at all. (All pictures are mine)
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
I’m so tired.
Pleas let me go.
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
The sky is painted with a million colors. Like it's being slashed with a pallet of hues. They are all mushed and smeared together. Soon to be murdered by the dark of night. Nothing left but the memory. Soon to be forgotten by the feeble human mind.
This is a sestina poem.... But alas, the hues paint the memory They continue to slaughter the night together And still, in my mind are a million colors
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
They say a picture’s with a thousand words,
They say a picture’s worth’s thousand words, But I don’t think that’s true.
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
Why is it? That when you think you know someone. They change
Why is it? That crying means you’re weak. But brutalizing another makes you strong.
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
“Why is he jumping?” “Is he okay?” “What is wrong with him?” “He must have something.”
This is about my brother that has Autism that just got the lead role in a play.
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
The kite flew high in the sky, free and light.
The kite now had a new string and new life, in the hands of the young boy.
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
I’m in the middle and I can’t get out.
In the middle
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
My toes squished in the summer grass, knowing my time was almost up.
Oh,what I wouldn’t give for another summer night.
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Kaitlyn . 5 years ago
A foreign feeling flooded my body for the first time in a long time.
A foreign feeling flooded my body for the first time in a long time.
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