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Suicidal Sara Poems
He covers his arm to hide the scar He remembers someone saying no one cares who you are. He brought a ticket and came to the dance He gave socializing one more chance.
Inside Of Me
Screams in the night Tears though out the day No strength to fight No reason to pray
The Champ (Inspired by John Cena)
The champ is here and he's gonna win Fight him once but never again The champ is here and here to stay His time is now so back away
There is a depth of darkest places, untold fears and nameless faces, whispered screams and dried up tears, silent cries that no one hears.There is a land where full of pain, the smallest learn to make hurt fade, and in their state of almost dead, they learn to hide inside their head.There is a land of living death can't measure life by seeing breath, hearts may beat and blood may flow but all inside are empty souls.There is a sea of cold dark waters filled with hell's own sons and daughters, cast there by another's hand, drowning with no sight of land.There is a chamber cold and dark where evil leaves its ugly mark where hearts are poisoned till they die and children learn to never cry. In this depth of darkest places, gloom and dead of night encases. Foundations of an earthly hell, and evil that no one may tell. Souls cry out and seek release letting go they beg for peace.
Out Of Ordinary
It's Because Of You
It's because of you I feel this pain It's because of you I took all the blame It's because of you I have these scars It's because of you I can't take all these wars
Suicide Through The Eyes Of The Beholder
Look into my eyes Stare into my mind Spend a day of your life Like one day of mine.
In My Head
Put away your pens and books, it's time to go to sleep. Dream about love and peace and a valley that runs so deep. Dream about all love and laughter where deep in your heart it's found. Dream of kids playing in a magic land underground
So Many Ways
A lifeless flow of a red sea...seems to be pouring out of me. Down my arm to my fingertips, in a coffin is where I sit. As I bleed I take a look around, the love I wanted I never found. I lay down and close the lid, realizing now I'm still just a kid.
This Life Of Mine
Middle of the night, alone in my bed I think of you I wish I were dead I see your face, those beautiful eyes, happy, laughing, stinging lies. All the messed up things you do all I wanted was to be with you. You took it all away raped me of my life, Now I sit here all alone, all alone with this knife. You took me for granted but now this ease I'll take my own life, forgive me please.
I sit here laughing with a smile of greed as I slit my wrists and watch them bleed. I think of us and wish our love could have been true but it wasn't so I'm doing this...I'm doing this for you.
Dallas 06/16/99-11/09/05 (Poem about my ...
Upon this day I reminisce with sadness and reget the loss of my beloved special child who was my pet. It's been a year of longing wishing you'd return to me for though you left one year ago I cannot set you free.
How Would You Know? ?
How would you know what it is like to be me? I suggest you shut your mouth until you can finally see. My life is not as easy as some pose it to look you don't know the half of it how many tears that smile took. Everyday to me is like a whirlwind has struck through it should make it better, but it's worse talking to you.
The Cry For Help
So there she sat, alone and sad wishing for good times she never had. She was crying for attention, but no one seemed to see the bright and wonderful person that she always longed to be. She was hated by many and ignored by all so no one noticed as she started to fall. Everything she loved began to fade away and so she slipped into a depression with nothing left to say.
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He covers his arm to hide the scar
He remembers someone saying no one cares who you are.
He brought a ticket and came to the dance
He gave socializing one more chance.
He sat in the back from everyone he fled
He cut up his arm and cried as he bled
People kept away as he bled on the floor tears ran down his face as he cut some more
What is he doing how long has he cried they asked as they watched this innocent suicide..