Tiny Blue

Tiny Blue

A Poem by Katelyn Stuart

Each day I fight;

I fight the voices scolding me in my head,

telling me there'll be no difference when I'm dead.

Sweet relief, I try to find it in the form of tiny and blue;

it almost tastes sweet, but then it's bitter, too.

Although it ensures my blood will remain,

the side affects almost out-weigh the gain.

I fight the urges to do something I'll regret,

to find all these things I don't normally get.

I feel impulse running through my veins,

it becomes so dominant, I almost feel pain.

Tiny Blue, maybe you can save me!

If you can't, nothing will ever set me free...


But why do you hurt me?

Are these emotions real?

Am I truly becoming free?

Will I ever be able to feel?


But maybe my reality is fake,

maybe I'll see what's true.

Maybe past all this ache

I'm bidding lies adieu.


If I just bare the pain a little longer,

I know that I'll grow stronger and stronger.


Tiny Blue, we're going to win this fight.

You and me, we're going to be alright.


© 2010 Katelyn Stuart


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Katelyn Stuart
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This is extremely sad, but I love it because it's honest. It's kind of a tragic dialogue between you and your vice, and it's pretty intense, and strong to read in the best ways possible! Good work,love.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I enjoy the rhymes and the way it flows. It's very interesting. The content I can relate to as well. Thank you for writing.

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Katelyn Stuart
Katelyn Stuart

Santa Cruz, CA



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