Lit-zine
JU
Suicide is not an option
Katie Lewington
Typical
Public bloody Transport
Katie Lewington is a student, as well as a writer, a reader and firm believer in Karma. She has had her poetry previously published in various online magazine/journals including: After the pause, A new Ulster, on the Formerpeople: a journal of bangs and whimpers and Pot Luck magazine . She also has an eBook published on Amazon Kindle titled
You can contact her on https://twitter.com/Idontwearahat
read more of her poetry on her blog
Could you make it worse
Say what you say
I might pull a face
But what can I do
You mired in hate
And me amazed
A person can be so rude
Forgive and forget
But not regret
The being
A doormat
You can’t approve
But appeal
Oh like me, like me
Aren’t I good enough?
God knows, I try
I pray I wish I desire I crave
I am polite I listen to
What you do
I like listening to hip hop too
And, well, you know
You can’t build a conversation on that
You can’t
You need to be comfortable
And have banter
With the person
Even after you part
You still couldn’t say
What was said
That is friendship
So do me a favour please
And show me respect
Don’t put your gum in my hair
Don’t tear my homework
Don’t strangle me with my own tie
Yes, I am weak
I can’t fight back
I am a coward
I know I know I know
I don’t know what the right remedy is
For your treatment
But will you leave me
Leave me be
Please
Stop your glares
And your stares
I feel like I am
Being judged
Every time I step in front of the class
I am trying to be
Good enough
God knows, I try
But I only make you laugh
When I trip
Over the foot
You have stuck out
This isn’t fair
I can’t be ignored anymore
And treated like your
Soft toy
It is killing me inside
I am afraid of everyday
When I get out of bed
And I dread
Think of all
The possibilities
The time you have
What you will inflict on me
Today
This week
Next month
And forever after that
I can’t eat my breakfast
My hands tremble
I forget tasks
I really am in a mess
How can I avoid you?
And have a trouble free day
I don’t know
And am quite tired
I feel like sleeping
But you interrupt that
Where is peace?
How do I get there?
I never cared
But now
Without my girlfriend
I am lost
Alone
And not at ease
I am a loser
I am stupid
I am useless
Oh please stop this
Hurting
As a fist lands in my eye
And a tear dribbles
Down my cheek
On my knees begging
In the toilets
But you are kicking me
Over and over
Aren’t I good enough?
God knows, I try
And I thought I knew
But now I do
I am not loved
Nor liked
I am not a person
But food
For the sharks
And with the scraps left
I am
I take the chord
From the shed
And I whack it around
A private tree
In the woods
I put my head
In the noose
I made
To fit
I attempt to think
Of my happiest memory
But I feel only
Thudding pain
And my feet
Lifted from
The ground
My life draining away.
A longing, wanting
Needing, calling
Up again, 4am
Cold and dark
As my eyes adjust
I throw my blanket around me
Thoughts focus on you
What are you doing at this hour?
Relieved of my thoughts
As I turn on the TV
Watching with a tub of ice cream
Are you sleeping?
I turn the spoon over
According to my elongated reflection I rearrange messy strands of hair
And pout
Blowing kisses
What are you doing?
Step onto the bus
I’m allowed in front of the man
Little does he know
I have a pocket of change to count out
For my ticket
Same man
Helps me to pick up
The scattered coins
From the sparkly blue floor
I’ve a long way to go and I want to be comfortable
In these crazed health n safety days
It is remarkable
There are no seat belts yet
Eventually I am joined
By a young Asian lady
In the seat next to mine
Now I am conscious of my body
And try to keep to myself
Turned to the window
I become aware
Of the racket
Coming from her ears
It sounds like Paramore playing
I have heard that album
Twice
By the time I reach my destination
Thinking I must learn to drive
I would save money and my sanity.