Biography of Sierra Staten
The less you know about me, the better off you are.
Sierra Staten Poems
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
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.
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.
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,
I Don'T Want You
Sitting here, hiding my depression A fake smile will cover me So long there's a Reflection
Hawaii. Even in December the sun allows for Summer greatness, with its fresh breeze and gentle wind; sand engulfs my feet with its merciful burn.
The Abc's Of My Life
Absolutely Broken. Corrupt Determination Eliminating Future Goals. Haven't Isolated Just Kindness... Low-lives Manipulate, Neglect, Overpower Plus Question Random Souls
Who I Really Am
In a sense of determination to find out who I really was; I listened. I listened to the voices that pleaded for somebody to hear what they had to say. I despised those voices.
Disease Will Be The Death Of Me
Covered in blisters, in stitches, in gauze; Looking for an illness that might be the cause. Skin paling, bones breaking, I'm falling apart; 'Tis a disease of the mind or disease of the heart?
Book Of The World
Let me memorize each dotted 'i' of moonlights freckled face, Trace the silver ripples of a seashores wrinkled page
My Suicide Letter
You'll see me cry, you'll watch every tear But the words behind them, you'll never hear
The love that unfolded made me ridiculously stupid. I waited for you, for hours upon hours waiting, hoping to see you once more that night. You never came.
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,