Meaning

Meaning

A Poem by Kaela Craven

 

 

I was an addict from the beginning.

I knew what it meant to bleed.

 

I knew what it meant to die for something

A little bit each day.

 

I knew what it felt like to feel nothing

Whether I felt something or not.

 

I knew what it meant to mean nothing.

Whoever thought you meant something

 

Or not.

© 2009 Kaela Craven


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Well written out feelings. They have depth to them. Good poem!

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Kaela Craven
Kaela Craven

Tucson, AZ



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