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hello my name is sara maria rose newman ive been writeing poems for as long as i could remeber and a friend told me i should put them on the internet to get people to read them because they where that good im a very fun out going irristable beautifull amazeing country girl i live in seminole alabama im a very art6itic person but a horrible spoeller so excuse my spellin well thank you and commit my poems)

The Best Poem Of sara newman

Suicide

i can here your voice its getting a little muffled take one more seringe to ease the pain the devils calling my name im going to commit suicide will you remember my name one more memory that will fade one more thing thst will never exist again there's blood on my rist from the razor blade one straight line down my veins i can see the light i can feel the peace that will remain
i feel like the world around me is froze im lost on this path that i cant get back on track if i die will anyone miss me i have this thought that i wil cut one cut down my rist and just watch the blood slowly pore out with this razor blade that used to be a razor i took a butter knife and popped the plastic to get to the blade its a blade of steel that will cut the vain in my rist am i strong enough to bleed to death to take my last breath the devils calling for me i have a spot in hell a crown of fier that will be the cable to the tv i want a savior someone to love me the blood is slithering down my rist its just a sting i don't know if i hit the vain its like a snake the dreams it seems its all making cince a diamond back rattel snake bites my rist maybe the razor take place of the poison and ustead of it putting poison ill just bleed to death i popped the plastic to get to the blade its a blade of steel that will cut the vain in my rist am i strong anoughf to bleed to death to take my last breath the devils calling for me i have a spot in hell a crown of fier that will be the cable to the tv i want a savior someone to love me the blood is slithering down my rist its just a sting i dont know if i hit the vain its like a snake the dreams it seems its all makeing cince a diamond back rattel snake bites my rist maybe the razor take place of the poison and ustead of it putting poison ill just bleed to death
in take one last breath.....

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