Water over your eyes, Every crevice and bump. Beautiful and kind, Too perfect for submersion.
To grab your hand, Would take too much time. To leave a kiss, Would be too late.
Life so near, Yet so far away. Towards the light you look, You can’t hear me.
I scream your name, But you're too far away.
In A World
We've come to live in a world Where smiling doesn't have to mean you're happy, It could be that you're hiding. Crying doesn't have to mean that you're sad, It could be that you feel you're at your end. Breathing doesn't have to mean you're living, It could be that you're putting off dying. Suicide doesn't mean you want to die, Just that living has become a burden. A world where feelings are no longer what they should be, Because life is just getting to be too hard To understand.
Katy Poche-Hegland is a sixteen-year-old from small town Alberta, Canada.