Biography of Sierra Staten
The less you know about me, the better off you are.
Sierra Staten Poems
I'm apologizing early, Because I already know I will be forever missed But it's my time to go
I can look into your eyes and try to find honesty But honesty is something I'm not sure I can define. Honesty is the truth. We hide so many things from one another
I Hate Her
I hate her I hate her I hate her she's annoying
Born In The Bad World
Born into a world of hate, Love forbidden, hidden fate. Born into a world so cold, Tattered, torn-
I Cherish My Sun
Today my world forgot its depressing fog. Today I was allowed to see the sun, the sun I've missed for so long. Not the same sun, a new one. A sun that's shines brighter.
Why Won'T Anybody Help Me?
All my life I was surrounded by people.. Unhappy people, depressed people, suicidal people. They outgrew that. I grew into it. They know I'm on the edge.
My house is rotten at the foundation. At any time it can fall, and soon, it will fall. Many braces have been put up, and many people have been evicted from my house. I have become a pariah in this house of mine, the house that was once filled with many loving people;
I see it now, The difference between her and I. She is the kind one. The one who Is socially acceptable.
My Suicide Letter
You'll see me cry, you'll watch every tear But the words behind them, you'll never hear
Strangely sitting, With an awkward smile.. Confused beyond belief Yet I'd walk a mile,
The Fact Of Life
The fact of life is, we won't be happy all the time. More than half the time we will be stressed. Sad. Angry.
Some believe me to be shy, however I am not. I am private. I enjoy my privacy and if you invade it there will be punishment.
Death Keeps Me Alive
I look forward to death -It's the only thing that keeps me alive. It's the only thing that keeps me sane in a world filled with insanity. Knowing that someday these voices of terror will not fill my mind any longer. Knowing that someday I will be in a place that nobody can disturb me,
Strong Heart, Weak Mind
Even when you try to talk about yourself, There's certain bits and pieces kept hidden for all eternity. You know that if you release the information it will allow you to become sane again, yet, you hold it inside. You're screaming on the inside, mentally pleading for somebody to listen,
My Suicide Letter
You'll see me cry, you'll watch every tear
But the words behind them, you'll never hear
There I am in the reflection,
of the mirror on this wall,
in the tiny dark bathroom,
Right next to the stalls.
It's obvious I'm visible,
Since those dead eyes are mine,