Jaime Kennedy
Stories (7/0)
The Marathon
I don't even know what to say.I've displayed my dark side for all to see.I've dissected my mind like a science project. I've spent years trying to be normal and stable.I get so close to the finish line, only to find out it's another mile away.It taunts me.Making me feel like I might win the race,Have a shot at finally getting to rest,But I don't.Not ever.I'll be running this race for the rest of my life.Always just out of reach,Always having to jump another hurdle.Medication feels like a performance enhancement. I can't run without it,but I can only take so much before it damages me.I just want to finish this race. I just don't know if I want to cross the finish line or give up.
By Jaime Kennedy6 years ago in Poets
Mental Illness
I write because I am sick.Because there's this little voice in my head that doesn't let me speak.This "thing" controls me.It digs its claws deep inside of me and whispers thoughts of persuasions.This thing is aggressive.It screams obscenities at me when I disobey it.
By Jaime Kennedy6 years ago in Poets
Reality
Destiny is a predetermined reactionFate is a path that intersects another,Neither exists in the way it seems. I used to think that it was destiny when we met.Used to think that we were brought together for a reason.I thought it was fate that brought you back to me,Yet, I denied it to my hearts content.
By Jaime Kennedy6 years ago in Poets