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To Write Love On Her Arms

To write love on her arms,
is like giving home to someone who needs it.
We all need some kind of hope.
Some get it as a relief,
Some give it as a way to show they love you and care.

Never find what you need in a blade.
Someone will always be there for you Babe.
Don’t create scars you can’t love.
Could you write ‘love’ on her arms?
You are an amazing person,
Your dream is like reality waiting to happen.

Make a difference today as if you can’t tomorrow.
We don’t always have forever sometimes we only have now.
Use now to your advantage,
Make a change in someone's life while you still can.
We all feel lost and alone sometimes.
Think; as you self-harmed,
Who loves you? Who cares?
If you can’t answer, now you can.
I care about you and I love you. You’re not alone.
You have others here for you.

Copyright © Sara Thompson | Year Posted 2013



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Music

Music is not music to me,
music is my life.
Music is not guitar and drum beats,
to me music is what the lyric speaks.

Copyright © Sara Thompson | Year Posted 2010

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The Night

Laying in bed all alone,
nothing but her own thoughts
she thinks about what she always does. 
Life and why shes still here. 
Her family says shes a spark,
capable of anything and nothing.
They say it will be alright. 
They say to give it time,
She says times up. 
She cant take the unending pain any longer.

One pill, two pills, three, Four pills, 
She hits the floor.
A cut here a cut there.
It was the cat! she demands
She silent screams for help go unheard
when her mother finds her on the floor.
She's finally heard.

Its to late it was all my fault 
im done........

Copyright © Sara Thompson | Year Posted 2014

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Remixed

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Cutting’s not the answer.
People care about you.

Roses are blood,
Violets are dead,
See that laying under her,
That happens to be her last bed.

Copyright © Sara Thompson | Year Posted 2013

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Why

Is it bad if he knows each tear before it came? 
Does that mean he knows to much about me?
When he kisses me he can knock me out.
Knock me out because I've been waiting,
waiting all my life to be in your arms.
I want you to hold me in your arm one more time...
Just put me on my back and knock me out again!

Copyright © Sara Thompson | Year Posted 2010



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Alone

I wanna talk to someone.. But i have no one. If you have no one are you alone? No. i have someone. I have plenty "someone's". But that doesn't change how i feel. Inside i will always be alone.

Copyright © Sara Thompson | Year Posted 2011

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Dead

On the outside I'm just crying.
On the inside I'm dieing.
Kill me now
I will always live,
in your heart.

Copyright © Sara Thompson | Year Posted 2010

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Sun

Even in the darkest of days,
you are the sunshine that fills my eyes.
Just because your not there, 
doesn't mean you don't care

Copyright © Sara Thompson | Year Posted 2010

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Come and Go

My mind comes and goes as it pleases, When I think of you my heart stops. The touch of your hand is mesmerizing, The taste of your kiss on my lips, The smell of you lingers on my skin, The sound of your heart beating, as I lay across your chest, The fire in our hands held tightly as we slowly age, I look back on all of the good and bad times. The funny, fearful, tear wrenching, happy, and plain out depressing, Even though times have been tuff, We’ve made it all these years, And I love you more and more everyday.

Copyright © Sara Thompson | Year Posted 2011

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My Dead Life

I'm used to being hurt. By other 
people, and myself. Never by you. It 
hurts to know you
don't like me, but it kills me to know 
you hate me. I don't know why but I 
still love you.
Say what you want but we both 
know I would go to the end of the 
world to make you happy,
even if that includes me losing my 
self. The only way for my heart to cry 
is for me to bleed.
I don't bleed because you hate me. I 
bleed because, I know I can never 
have you.

Copyright © Sara Thompson | Year Posted 2010

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