Sara was only sixteen. She was happy all the time and her heart
seemed to be in order, or thats what she wanted people to think. Sara
was in her own world, a world filled with pain and regret. A world filled
with heartbreak and tears. She cries at night and puts on a smile in the
morning before she heads off to school and kisses her mom goodbye.
But whaen she gets home she wipes away the make-up with her tears
and her fears catch up to her. Sara believes in God 100% and wanted
to be saved. But Sara Still hides the pain inside and finally she takes
the blade and cries as drops of blood hit the floor, drip after drip shes
reminded that this won't help her. She wipes up the blood and dries
the tears, she falls to the ground and darkness suronds her. She
screams and just wants to let go of all of it. Shes sick of all the
disapointment and the lies that are put in her ears, the ones that crush
her heart till it's nothing. She calls out to the only person who won't
forrget her. 'God protect me! Dry the forsaken tears! Please Lord
Save me from this monster! I'm done lying and pretending! Heal these
scars and the ones on my heart! Please Lord, Heavenly Father! Help! '
Sara collapes and Strong hands wrap around her, she knows whats in
the future now. She silently whipers, 'Thank You, ' 'Sara my daughter,
I'm am always here for you.' Sara smiles, Gets ready for school and
knows in her heart she is free.
i thought it was interesting how you used the name Sara 'cause i thought Sara Bing at first but then i realized that its not her. lol. but i like it. great job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i know how sara feels