Sarah Nugent

I'm sat on the edge of my life
clinging onto the memorys that are full of happiness
the ones that could stop me from ending it..........
my family seem to confince me that I shouldnt do it
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world let the people breath
let them have the strength to live
to live their life without difficulty
let the sun shine down onto the people
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She gets up and wipes away her tears
theres no solution
there no hope
she seems to want to be loved
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she sits upon her bed
wiping tears from her eyes
'what have i become? '
'how did i end up like this'
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I look out of my window
at the night sky
thinking of you and the last time i saw you.
tears trickle down my face
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Hours pass.....
sunsets....
shes lying there on the cold hard concrete
staring at the colour red driping from her palms
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Droplets of water falls
on his soft face
emptyin his thoughts...his pain
he looks down apon her sweet expressionless face
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look at her
looking at him
me looking at them
they look perfect dont they? ?
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Do i read like a book?
Do i look depressed?
the thing is only one person can
its hard to say to everyone that they are truly fine
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staring across the midnight sky
her tearful green eyes sets on a star
wishin...prayin only to be noticed
since all she can do is watch in silence
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I'm no criminal but im not innocent
I'm not healthy, im ill from being awake
from all those nights of crying
craving to touch a sharp blade
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Gliding across the room
to her waiting gentle figure
could this be what she hopes to achieve
could he feel as simular as she does
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Day by day
My hero slips lower from her penastool
Hour by hour news seems to turn negative
more violence occurs threw my eyes.
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lifting the weight of his eyelids arise
reflection seems perfectly dull his features
the only thing traveling on the mind
who will care about the person in the mirror?
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stars turn to clouds
whithering in its differences
anything to lead the slowing days
is a savior
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Damaged woman made by man
does she see the true and false
years of company to him
yet he was the devil with his usage of drugs
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sometimes the brightest cloud holds its darkness from the world
creating barriers of protection from the piercing wind
the smallest plane can send the cloud gasping for togetherness
with its emotions and secrets.
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Blessed be
By the morning star I wake
with a frown for every memory
for every pain I bear
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Tell me what you see,
Is it a woman who's green eyes stare blazing at you?
Or it is that she was affectionate towards you so easily?
Does the butter knife peel through the flesh too softly,
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I pick myself up from off the ground
wipe away the dirt and tears from my eyes
i hope 'he' does not come round
he hurt me bad
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