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Sierra Staten Poems
I'm apologizing early, Because I already know I will be forever missed But it's my time to go
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
Unread Lines of My Existence
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?
I Hate Her
I hate her I hate her I hate her she's annoying
Oh, how your words are spoken - Their frame, their tone - allures. Oh, how your words are open, And how it reassures.
I Don't Want You
Sitting here, hiding my depression A fake smile will cover me So long there's a Reflection
Strangely sitting, With an awkward smile.. Confused beyond belief Yet I'd walk a mile,
Born In The Bad World
Born into a world of hate, Love forbidden, hidden fate. Born into a world so cold, Tattered, torn-
The Fact of Life
The fact of life is, we won't be happy all the time. More than half the time we will be stressed. Sad. Angry.
Some believe me to be shy, however I am not. I am private. I enjoy my privacy and if you invade it there will be punishment.
Death Keeps Me Alive
I look forward to death -It's the only thing that keeps me alive. It's the only thing that keeps me sane in a world filled with insanity. Knowing that someday these voices of terror will not fill my mind any longer. Knowing that someday I will be in a place that nobody can disturb me,
Love Will be the Death of Me
Love is a blessing and a curse. It can heal the wounds but it also creates them. Love tears you apart but sometimes its what you need to stay together I think I want to give up love but you show me another reason why I shouldn't
I know it's wrong; It's shameful for me to do - But I cut. When I'm sad,
Stay Who You Are
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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I'm apologizing early,
Because I already know
I will be forever missed
But it's my time to go
People cannot help me
I have already tried
We've all become so stupid!
My love towards us has died
The knife is already bloody
And my wrists are something else..
The world is too cruel for me
I'd rather be in hell.
I cannot express my sorrow
I can't explain my pain
So, today's the day, and I'm ready.
And I'm the one to blame