suaside
I clench my fist
And slit my wrist
Fading fast
How long will I last
My pauls gets weeker
As the blade goes deeper
The suaside note
That I wrote
Is on the floor
When you open the door
To a bloodey mess
So much stress
Mom and dad
Don't be sad
Can't you see?
It's only me!
END
By: Rebecca
Be quiet
Walking in the forest
Silent and dark
A shadow coming towards me
It seems to be the figure of a human
Turning around,
Something grabs me
The shadow is now a man
Pushing me to the ground
Screaming
He slaps me
"Be quiet or you will pay!"
Taping my arms together around the trunk of a tree
Screaming for help
His hands touching me
"HELP!" I yell as a tear rolls down my cheek
"SHUT UP!" as he runs his hand up my leg
Crying as I try and get my arms free
"STOP SQUERMING!" as he rubs my inner thigh
"HELP SOMEONE!" yelling at the top of my lungs
"ONE MORE OUTBURST LIKE THAT AND I WILL TAPE YOUR MOUTH SHUT!" his fingers now feeling my insides
"AHHHH" crying out
"THATS IT!" He yells out as he grabs the tape and taping my mouth shut
Laying there helpless
Penetrating me
The man gets up and walks away
Leaving me there to die
The next night
I see lights
Flashing in the distance
Then I hear my name being called out
"REBECCA, WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Trying to reply
Watching the lights get closer and closer
I keep thinking that it was but a dream
The light then flashes directly on me
Squinting
"WE FOUND HER!" I recognize that voice
Could it be?
My brother,
Along with my mother…
My father running over with the dog
My mother cutting me free
And ripping the tape off of my mouth
Leaping into her arms
"Get me out of here pleas!" voice quivering
Four years later
I have tried to kill myself a number of times
No one can mend my shattered soul
I wish they could understand
No doctor can help me now
I'm scared for life
My wounds are skin deep
No one can see them
Unless they manage to break the skin to see my soul
I have never told anyone this until now
The pain is real
Now can you see my soul?
Can I ever mend it?
I think not
I will forever be quiet
END
By: Rebecca Not-A-St-Pierr
Six feet under
They found me in the banged up car
my seatbelt was buckeled
but it would make no difference
cause they hit us from the passenger side
my head bashed into the window
glass stabbing my temple
they quickly got em into the ambulance
they tryed to revive me
but the line stayed flat
now i lay 6 feet under
while i lay here
dont cry for me
stand proud and remember
my accomplishment instead of my faults
all thought i'm dead
it still hurts
to see
my family and friends
suffer because of losing
selfish little me
End
by: Rebecca Not-A-St-Pierr
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
Bored!!!
A Shattered Love
The willows weep
I'm trying to keep
My life together
For the better
Death is comming,
My eyes are shutting
Our love is shattered
My heart is battered,
Lying there beating on the floor,
When living,
Feals like dreaming
My eyes bleeding,
I am now leaving,
When you die,
We shall meet,
On the firey steep,
Cliff of the deep,
oceans of our love.
By:Rebecca St-Pierre
I listen... the silence.... isn't it beutifull... to bad it won't last... just once would I like to be alone... hidden from all manors of civilisation ... To have that opertunity to have no one know where I am would be so grand... I miss the silence, no screaming, just me my thoughts my poetry and my art, forever wondering in my thought seeing things i could normaly only dream... oh how i wish a land like that would be real...
School is filled with stereotypical people who like to criticize others in order to make them feel superior.
I Hate my life