Letting you know how I truly feel
((**I AM**))
I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter hiding my depression
I am your sister amking a good impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a wisher wishing this life weren't mine
I am a girl who thinks of suicide
I am a teenager pushing her tears aside
I am a student who doesn't have a clue
I am the girl sitting next to you
I am the one asking you to care
I am your best friend hoping you'll be there
((**LEARNING FROM MY PAST**))
As the days pass slowly and the weeks creep by
I find myself obessing about ways that I could die
I lay awake at night thinking of my pain
There's no way it can get better I have nothing left to gain
Suddenly thought of death are controlling my every move
And every battle with my mind I always seem to lose
I no longer want to be around the people that I love
All that i can think about is what's waiting up above
I cut my arms with razor blades to dull the pain inside
But that can only last so long; I dont want to be alive
I manage to keep my composure when people are around
They wouldn't understand me so I don't make a sound
I smile when I have to I break down when I don't
I know I should be strong but I also know I won't
So I mkae a plan to take some pills it shouldn't take too long
I write out notes to all my friends to read when I am gone
I ask my mom to understand that life is just too hard
My mind can't fight it anymore; my heart is far too scareed
I plan it out so perfectly I even set the date
I'm pretty sure I'm ready;I know this my fate
My bed is made up neatly as I take them one by one
I start to feel a little scared; I know I'm almost done
All that I can think about is how I'm letting go
And how much I love my family I really hope they know
My eyes are getting heavy my body feels so weak
Everything inside is numb that's the way it ahs to be
I'm gladthat mom's not here tifht now to watch me slowly die
But still I wish that I could say "I love you and good-bye"
I give in to the darkness I slowly slip away
I hope I go to heaven where dark night turns to day
I wake up in confusion I don't know where I am
Is this heaven or is it helll the land of the eteranlly damned?
There are people all around although i can barely see
I can hear the soothing voices of people that are dear to me
My family and friends are here comforting one another
I can hardly make out any words until I hear my mother
Each tear she creis feels like a knife stabbing at my soul
I let my pain and suffering blind me from my goal
At one point i was dtermined to make it through this test
To lead a life of fulfillment and to do my very best
But I somehow lost all sifht of that I hope she can forgive
I promise not to wast my second chance to live
I sit up in my hospital bed tears streaming down my cheeks
My mother rushes over cryin like she hasn't seen me in weeks
I tell her that I'm sorry for causing her so much strife
I tell her that I will succceed in leading a better life
Together we figured out a way for me to get some help
I know now that I can go to her instead of doing it by myself
I know that it's not over yer; it's a long road up ahead
But I appreciate the little thinkgs because I could be dead
I've learnde to live each passing day as if it were my last
I look forward to the future and I'm learning from my past
((**ANOTHER STATISTIC**))
I don't wan't to be another statistic some suicidal teen who makes a choice to kill herself when the world just seems too mean she cant't go on with life or so to her it seems reality has fallen short and so have her many dreams
I don't want to be another statistic some pregnant little girl who met this great guy and then gave sex a whirl she was only fifteen but it felt so right she thought they'd be togther for more than just a night
I don't want to be another statistic some kid strung out on crack who started at a party and now he can't turn back first cigarettes and alcohol now meth, crack, and cocaine he's been smokin it so long that now he's gon insane
I don't want to be another statistic some girl left in the rain who was walking home from school then raped and left in pain she can't tell her parents and it hurts to tell her friends she doesn't know what she'll do to make this nightmare end
I don't want to be another statistic some kid out of school who dropped out really early and was acting like a fool he thought that it was boring he thought that it was dumb he doesn't have an education but lives on the streets like a bum
I don't want to be another statistic some stereotypical teen I'm gonna make a difference I'll finish with my dream I won't end up pregnant on drugs or even dead I won't drop our of school because I'll use my head
I don't want to be another statistic to fit into some mold of what society thinks of kids today because it's getting kind of old not all of us are bad in fact most of us are good when weill the world see us and five us credit like they should?
((**NUMB**))
The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily
I'm numb to the pain
Numb to the blood
Too numb to realize what's happening
To realize what I'm doing
One cut follows another
And another
Till I can't stop
The razor falls from my hand
Blood drips down my arm
Tears roll down my cheeks
What have I done?
I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter hiding my depression
I am your sister amking a good impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a wisher wishing this life weren't mine
I am a girl who thinks of suicide
I am a teenager pushing her tears aside
I am a student who doesn't have a clue
I am the girl sitting next to you
I am the one asking you to care
I am your best friend hoping you'll be there
((**LEARNING FROM MY PAST**))
As the days pass slowly and the weeks creep by
I find myself obessing about ways that I could die
I lay awake at night thinking of my pain
There's no way it can get better I have nothing left to gain
Suddenly thought of death are controlling my every move
And every battle with my mind I always seem to lose
I no longer want to be around the people that I love
All that i can think about is what's waiting up above
I cut my arms with razor blades to dull the pain inside
But that can only last so long; I dont want to be alive
I manage to keep my composure when people are around
They wouldn't understand me so I don't make a sound
I smile when I have to I break down when I don't
I know I should be strong but I also know I won't
So I mkae a plan to take some pills it shouldn't take too long
I write out notes to all my friends to read when I am gone
I ask my mom to understand that life is just too hard
My mind can't fight it anymore; my heart is far too scareed
I plan it out so perfectly I even set the date
I'm pretty sure I'm ready;I know this my fate
My bed is made up neatly as I take them one by one
I start to feel a little scared; I know I'm almost done
All that I can think about is how I'm letting go
And how much I love my family I really hope they know
My eyes are getting heavy my body feels so weak
Everything inside is numb that's the way it ahs to be
I'm gladthat mom's not here tifht now to watch me slowly die
But still I wish that I could say "I love you and good-bye"
I give in to the darkness I slowly slip away
I hope I go to heaven where dark night turns to day
I wake up in confusion I don't know where I am
Is this heaven or is it helll the land of the eteranlly damned?
There are people all around although i can barely see
I can hear the soothing voices of people that are dear to me
My family and friends are here comforting one another
I can hardly make out any words until I hear my mother
Each tear she creis feels like a knife stabbing at my soul
I let my pain and suffering blind me from my goal
At one point i was dtermined to make it through this test
To lead a life of fulfillment and to do my very best
But I somehow lost all sifht of that I hope she can forgive
I promise not to wast my second chance to live
I sit up in my hospital bed tears streaming down my cheeks
My mother rushes over cryin like she hasn't seen me in weeks
I tell her that I'm sorry for causing her so much strife
I tell her that I will succceed in leading a better life
Together we figured out a way for me to get some help
I know now that I can go to her instead of doing it by myself
I know that it's not over yer; it's a long road up ahead
But I appreciate the little thinkgs because I could be dead
I've learnde to live each passing day as if it were my last
I look forward to the future and I'm learning from my past
((**ANOTHER STATISTIC**))
I don't wan't to be another statistic some suicidal teen who makes a choice to kill herself when the world just seems too mean she cant't go on with life or so to her it seems reality has fallen short and so have her many dreams
I don't want to be another statistic some pregnant little girl who met this great guy and then gave sex a whirl she was only fifteen but it felt so right she thought they'd be togther for more than just a night
I don't want to be another statistic some kid strung out on crack who started at a party and now he can't turn back first cigarettes and alcohol now meth, crack, and cocaine he's been smokin it so long that now he's gon insane
I don't want to be another statistic some girl left in the rain who was walking home from school then raped and left in pain she can't tell her parents and it hurts to tell her friends she doesn't know what she'll do to make this nightmare end
I don't want to be another statistic some kid out of school who dropped out really early and was acting like a fool he thought that it was boring he thought that it was dumb he doesn't have an education but lives on the streets like a bum
I don't want to be another statistic some stereotypical teen I'm gonna make a difference I'll finish with my dream I won't end up pregnant on drugs or even dead I won't drop our of school because I'll use my head
I don't want to be another statistic to fit into some mold of what society thinks of kids today because it's getting kind of old not all of us are bad in fact most of us are good when weill the world see us and five us credit like they should?
((**NUMB**))
The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily
I'm numb to the pain
Numb to the blood
Too numb to realize what's happening
To realize what I'm doing
One cut follows another
And another
Till I can't stop
The razor falls from my hand
Blood drips down my arm
Tears roll down my cheeks
What have I done?