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*Flowers*

I close my eyes
where I rest in peace

Many gathered about,
they mustn’t hear my
many shouts

I’m trapped inside
and nobody knows

I cry and scream,
I tug and plead

Screaming as I thought
that I was worthless

Sobbing as I thought no one
loved me

They came over to me and
I wanted to gaze into their
eyes

But to my suprise
all I could do was
blankly stare

I was driving home from
a freinds that night

And a reckless driver had
to many drinks, and got in
a fight

This reckless driver killed me
dead

But I want you to know my friend
it was not I that chose to drink and
drive

This is what happens to many alive,
when others choose to drink and drive

Written by: Sara Ann
Email: brite_bb@Hotmail.com

* Why*

I ask her why she does it
she simply replies ‘becuz’

I ask her why she slices and
dices

She says it eliminates the pain
is she insane?

She cuts and cuts, remembering
the horror and shock

Just to find out that she was
knocked out

It makes all the evil go away
and the good stay

I asked her why, she smiles
unable to answer my simple
question

Scars are made, in which
none of them fade

In horror I watch, the blood
the knife her hand

But All I simply could do
was run

I finally noticed that the girl
who was wasting her life away
was I

Sara Ann
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*no one*

No one possibly could understand.
No one was around me when I lost
my grip,

Then my life flashed before me,
when my knife began to slip.

But when I slowly lost my grip.
I didn’t move, I sat there, and
watched the blood...

Drip, Drip, Drip. Slowly gushing
out of my arms, and wrists..

I was lying in corner of my room,
with a knife in my hand, lying in
a puddle of blood.

*over dosed*

Dead I laid on the tile floor,
In the bathroom an open door.

No one believed me that I could,
no one believed me that I would.

I over dosed on those pills last night,
at the moment it felt just right.

Now, I want too see, what mama and
daddy did with me.

I wonder what they thought,
when they looked at my dead body.

At least I went the peaceful way,
and it couldn’t of been any better,
since it was on the perfect day.

It was on my birthday.
Do you think they are doing ok?

11-98

Suicidal Dreams

My final wish could be discovered
by a deadly kiss.

But no one is around to care, everyone’s
hearts are filled with nothing but air.

Im just another person,
a nobody, a failure.

Im just another staggered body,
lost in the world of today.

I just wanted to be noticed,
and I just wanted someone to love me.

But fate destroyed me life,
and tore away at my flesh.

I finally ended my life,
I choose my shiny knife.

I just had nothing else to live for.
My life and world around me was a
total mess.

So I finally said hell to it all,
and my so called ‘friends’ and family
watched my helplessly fall.

As you’re reading this note from me to you.
I will be dead, all because of you.

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Poems by Sara Ann, please tell me what you think

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