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My Eyes Are Closed,
My Lips Are Sealed,
If They Only Understood Hearts Take Along Time To Heals.

My Arms Are Roped,
My Legs Are Tied,
If They Only Knew Whats Going On Inside!

My Mouth Is Taped,
My Mind Is Gone,
This Has Been Happening All Along!

My Body Is Caged,
My Life Is Trapped,
If They Only Knew Where I’m Getting AT!

Words Are Words,
Thought Are Thoughts,
But Secrets Should Never Be Taught!

This poem was written/submitted by Brittney Buell.

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When you begin life
you have nothing to succeed,
no goals or expectations,
you don’t need any of those.

It’s like saying you start out like a tree seed,
you know just when it’s your time to go shine,
to feel the power you did not have when you were alive.

You listen carefully to the spirit who is talking
to you from above,
he says it’s your time to shine.

Your time to begin your new life,
not being in pain,
to succeed everything
you did not succeed a second ago.

When you enter the light,
you know that you have to
leave your loved ones
with hope in their eyes.

That you soon will be free of your pain.

All you can do now is remember the life
you had in you,
and realize it was all worth while.

Don’t worry about your family,
they know you did not want to leave them,
but they also know you had to.

And to say a good goodbye….

This poem was written/submitted by Sarah.

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I woke up Sunday Morning,
And she was gone.
I know I wasn’t loyal,
And I made her feel the clown.
But what a chance I had
At making my reality a dream.

The sun from Saturday has
Refused to shine.
I walk in the shadow
Of what could have been mine.
And that fading day,
Is nothing now but a shameful scene.

This poem was written/submitted by Jeff Hamm.

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MY FRIEND

I sat and cried today

my lucky soon

must be on her way

my friend from beginning

to end

our days of fanning

and running in the wind

are over now

with out her I will live

yet not sure how

I sat and cried today.

This poem was written/submitted by Aedan McDonald.

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This is hard for me to say,
You know I dont need to go away,
But still I do,
Only because I wish to leave you,

You made me so mad,
I felt as though i hated you,
So when I learned that I could leave i took the first chance I had,

But now as I sit here all alone,
I miss the times we spent together,
The movies we would watch,
The laughs we would share,

You are now gone,
All because of me,

I want you to come back,
So I will wait here,
For however long it takes.

This poem was written/submitted by Hadley.

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With death in her eyes,
she flipped out her blade.
Only moments before,
when she had found him.
He was so alive,
so tempting.
His golden eyes,
glinting in the sunlight.
She knew,
that she had to have him.
She ever so
cautiously walked to him.
She sat, started a conversation,
about knives.
She said she had one,
and pulled it out to show the man.
With death in her eyes,
she flipped out the blade.
All in one swift motion,
she turned and plunged the blade into his heart.
As she gazed at his golden eyes, she knew,
she must have them.

This poem was written/submitted by Lauren Hall.

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Only loved by his family, he was a quiet boy.
So much taller than his classmates, he soon became their toy.
The clouded, thick glasses he wore, were often taken.
So very bullied and teased, he was often left shaken.
This very quiet and gentle boy kept it all inside.
As the taunts and names called, crushed him, and took away his pride.
He found comfort and joy in sports, proud, he joined a team.
Bullies grown up, words the same, spiteful jeers, ugly and mean.
Someone should have known, someone should have cared, but they didn’t.
The should have stopped him, when the gun was in his lonely hand.
Tears shed now are much too late, for their quiet, tall, sad classmate.
Years of hurt he kept inside, no one knew, but now they cried.
A friendly smile or handshake may have changed the scene for the stricken family.
The tears slowly shed on the moist soil, still soft on his grave.
Cannot restore a cherished youth, or the price he has paid.
Perhaps those guilty, will have a change start, because of him.

This poem was written/submitted by Lauren Hall.

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