Biography of Libby Legris
hi my name is libby and i love to play football and skate board, but poems is what i do best. i was first inspired in health class when i saw and heard about all the bad things that are happening in these peoples, mostly teenagers, lifes and it is just horrible.
Libby Legris's Works:
i like twilight, new moon, eclipse, and breaking dawn by stephanie meyer. then glass, impulse, crank, and burned by ellen hopkins
Libby Legris Poems
Scars And Memories
(to people who feel this way) To my razor The one who made my scars
I'm having second thoughts about suicide. I'm having second thoughts about drunk driving. I'm having second thoughts about smoking. I'm having second thoughts about living.
What Is It?
What is it called when you meet a guy And you an't stop thinking about him? Does it have something to do with what he does Or that he might care about me and not them?
Nobody feels what teengaers feel Because there are more dangorus Things to worry about, you go insaine And it's getting badly contagious.
Without you I'm nothing I bleed But there's no blood
They always think Someone else is perfect Just by seeing them a few times But it just doesn't cut it.
Why do people dgive up so easily? Why do we run and scream? Like a coward i used to be, But now I love to catch my dreams.
Have you ever thought about dying? If you had a funeral, would your friends come? Ever wonder if you dream when you're asleep and never felt you pain again? I do, only because i dont have to run.
They Always Say
They always say Someones jealous because They find out and see Your with a guy you like
Have you ever felt like your worthless because either your friends or family do stuff that
Ready, Set, Die
I'm ready to go I'm not afraid.
A Little Bird
A little bird told me Today was the day For me to make a wish So everything would go my way.
Let's go get in my car Then lets go for a drive We should go to my room And make this fast and quick.
I get hit everyday Even on the ones that still hurt My mom listens to a man That makes me call him dad
Have you ever thought about dying?
If you had a funeral, would your friends come?
Ever wonder if you dream when you're asleep and never felt you pain again?
I do, only because i dont have to run.
See me as I am, will you help me find the answer?
Hear me as i speak, all you hear is blank.
Have you ever saw what I am beneath?
Ever been called a slut or a skank?