Sierra Staten Poems

I know it's wrong;
It's shameful for me to do -
But I cut.
When I'm sad,
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Listen, children, and listen close
This story has much to say.
It will only take a minute at most,
So listen dear children, Please stay.
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The fact of life is, we won't be happy all the time.
More than half the time we will be stressed.
Sad.
Angry.
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Strangely sitting,
With an awkward smile..
Confused beyond belief
Yet I'd walk a mile,
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Words certainly do not justify the emotions inside me.
Though I'll try and try again To explain
To show you how badly I hurt
It's not possible to do so.
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Rain is a condition you come to love or hate.
Sometimes a sprinkle, sometimes more,
but never failing to remind you of a more powerful force.
It continues to gather until it is so powerful that it must fall.
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The sun illuminates the world,
Not because I say so, but because
The sun is the sun,
And that is what the sun does.
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The ink inside this pen can hold so many words, it's strange,
I describe so many things, or can sadly rearrange,
And love or tears of sorrow, which will leave this paper stained,
But in the end if no one reads, is love what I have gained?
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It is evil to wish upon somebody hurt in order to make yourself happier;
And yet I do it nonetheless.
I watch you love her from the distance,
And my jealousy rises so high I must leave,
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I spent so long in the dark,
Both voluntary and not,
I became accustomed to it.
The dark was what I saw and sought-
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