My name is Sarah. Even though my poems are dark sometimes, I am not depressed. I used to think I was and that's where those poems come from. I write poems about what I feel and experience. You won't understand my poems 100 percent. I'm misunderstood and different. I speak my mind, and if youd don't like it, don't talk to me. I'm extremely nice. Music is really my life. If music didn't exist, I prolly would't be the way I am. I don't have any role models because when I have them, I always end up trying to be like them. I'm happy being Sarah. I am anti-myspace. I get extremely nervous when I'm around the person I like, or when I'm around someone I don't know, but that doesn't stop me from saying what I feel. I won't lie to you if you ask me a question, so if you ask me if that makes you look fat, and you want me to say no...don't ask because I say the truth. I don't know what else to say so... peace! |
Letting it down,
Letting it go...
Once dead,
now alive...
Are you looking up at the same blue sky as me?
Are you laughing at the same joke as me...
Molded grey ceiling,
upset feelings...
This is getting old.
Doing it too long...
I never realized how much it takes to make me...
Just when I think that I've had enough, there's so...
Scribbles form words.
Words form sentences...
Dark angel on a weeping willow tree,
please uncast your spell on me...
Time to say good bye.
Time to say so long...
I was thinking the other day
about if you died today...
I can do better than you, I know, |