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To My Child on Your First Day of School

My Dear Child 
As you start a new journey today
Allow God to show you the way
Pray to Him day and night
And let Him be your guiding light
The road to success may be hard and long
But you can make it if you just stay strong
Study your work diligently
For knowledge, you should be ever thirsty
Always desire to know more
Than you have ever known before
Remember questions are important too
So ask, even though people laugh at you
Become a best friend to your books
They'll serve you better than your looks
Your teachers and principal you must obey
They're there to guide you along the way
Open up your heart and mind
Make sure you are always kind
People won't always be nice and that's ok,
Be extra nice to them anyway
Don't lie, don't steal and do not fight
Remember the difference between wrong and right
May this journey be an exciting one
Your life has just begun
As you walk this path, I'll be there with you
Always remember that I love you.

Copyright © Saskia Eugene | Year Posted 2021



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The Funeral

Today you brought me flowers
And you sang my favorite song
Today you said you love me
And you wish I had not gone.
You said I was a good girl
You called me your best friend
You said you didn’t understand
Why my life came to an end.
If you only knew how I felt
You'd have checked on me, you said
If you’d only paid attention
I wouldn’t have been dead.
You said I was always smiling
And could light up any room
You didn’t know my laughter
Was just hiding my gloom.
I’m sorry that I hurt you
But I couldn’t bear to stay
And that is why I took my life
On that dark fateful day.
Don’t blame yourself anymore
There’s nothing you could have done
My mind was fighting a battle
Which just couldn’t be won.
I tried my best to mask it
And never let it show
But I couldn’t hold much longer
I  just had to let go.
I’m in a better place now
And free from all my pain
So hold on to my memory
Until we meet again

Copyright © Saskia Eugene | Year Posted 2021

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The Tale of an old Violin

There she stands, an old violin
She has no string and no bow
Who would want such an old violin
Is what everyone wants to know.
She is scratched up and battered,
Broken, used up and torn
She has seen better days but now she stands
Wanted by absolutely no one.
This violin had once been new
And shining like the sun
She played the sweetest music
And was loved by everyone.
But she had no special musician
So she was passed from hand to hand
Amateurs and pros both played her
Sometimes solo, sometimes in a band
Sometimes she’d go out of tune
But someone would come and tune her
And every time her strings were tuned
Her music became sweeter
Some musicians loved her
And were the ones who played her best
Others never learned to hold her properly
Cause they just couldn’t care less
With lack of care her vanish peeled
Her strings began to rust
The less her players cared for her
The more she filled with dust.
A violin once loved and cherished
Now sitting in a corner
Dirty and broken, no one sees her worth
And now nobody wants her.
“Sure she’s beautiful”, some musicians say
“But she’s old and broken and I rather
Get a brand new violin”.
One or two tried to play her
But her strings they couldn’t tune
Some saw her as valuable
But they already had their own
A few people tried to tune her
But they pulled her strings too tight
So no matter how hard they tried
She never sounded quite right.
Her strings began to wear out
And they all burst one by one
Her bow broke in half one day
Her players each said “I’m done”
Her body is decorated with the names 
Of everyone who’s ever touched her
Her pegs are pulled out, her fingerboard broken
Her music is silenced forever 
This violin once loved and played
By hundreds of men and women
Now sits in a corner broken and forgotten
Never to be played again
So there she stands, this old violin
Who once meant the world to someone
Now all alone and abandoned
Her music is dead and gone.

 

Copyright © Saskia Eugene | Year Posted 2021

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Tale of an Old Violin II

There she stood an old violin
She had no string and no bow
Who would want such an old violin
Is what everyone wanted to know
She stood alone and forgotten
An instrument no one wanted to play
Until the Master Musician walked in
And carried her away
With lots of love and care He sat
And glued her pieces together
A coat of vanish, new pegs and strings
And she was ready for someone to play her
And when upon these new strings
The Master placed His bow
Such sweet music filled the air
That the angels’ tears began to flow
He played on her a sweet melody
A song from heaven above
That told all about the Master
His mercy, care, and love
No one could believe their eyes
When they saw what the Master had done
The old violin was once new again
And shining like the sun
Sure there were still some little cracks
A testimony of what she’d been through
But the Master had made her whole again
And she looked almost brand new.
The Master placed her in a new case and said
“I have a musician just for you”
And though He’s given her to no one yet
The Master’s words are always true
When people see her, they stop and stare
They can’t believe the transformation
“ This brand new violin” they say
“Looks nothing like the old one”
“She can’t be fixed” was what the said
About the old violin
But miracles do happen
When the Master Musician walks in
And when He plays a tune on her
The whole world strands in awe
Fixed by the hands of the Master
Her music is sweeter than ever
So there she stands, once an old violin
Shining with the glory of the Master
No instrument is too broken
To be fixed and played 
By the Master Musician

Copyright © Saskia Eugene | Year Posted 2021

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The End

She lays down in her bed and cries
Don't want to live, don't want to die
She just does not want to feel
The pain inside which does not heal
She writes a letter of goodbye
And counts the many ways to die
A rope around her neck will do
A bottle of pills- that can work too.
She cuts herself to hide the pain
It feels so good, she cuts again
She cuts deeper, then she cut once more
She starts to bleed out on the floor
She's falling into the unknown deep
She's slipping into eternal sleep
It's sad she only feel alive
In the last few moments of her life.

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Her Last Day

Alone with her thoughts 
She lays in her bed
Trying to silence the voices
Which scream in her head
Reaching under her pillow
She pulls out a gun
In less than five minutes
Her life will be done
She walks towards 
Her children's beds
And plants one last kiss
On their little heads 
She goes to her room 
And shuts the door
She falls to a crying
Heap on the floor
She tries to think of 
Reasons to stay alive
But all she can think of
Are reasons to die 
She slowly lifts
The gun to her head
She pulls on the trigger
And now she is dead.

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The Signs Are There

You say you always see them smile
But have you looked into their eye
And see the sadness hidden there
Do you know that they don't care?
Have you noticed they seem withdrawn,
Do you know they feel alone?
Do you see them look away
And try to keep their tears at bay?
Do you see them hide behind their fears
Because they feel like no one cares?
When you make plans and they change their mind,
Do you ask them if they're fine?
When they say they're not ok
Do you look the other way?
When they wish that they were dead
Do you say it's in their head?
Are you there when they call,
To pick them up when they fall?
Do you see them pretend to be happy
When things are as bad as they can be?
Do you hear 'I'm fine' when clearly it's not true ?
Do they laugh to hide their feelings from you?
Do you see the cuts on their arm?
Do you know they try to self harm?
You need them and they're there for you,
But the reverse of that just isn't true.
You see them but you never realize
The sorrow written in their eyes.
You never try to show you care,
You take for granted they're always there.
But one day you will understand 
When they lie dead by their own hand,
You'll cry and say you didn't know,
You'll wonder why they had to go,
And then it will be to late to care,
To see the signs which were always there.
Before they come to that bitter end,
Hold their hand and be their friend,
Be the shoulder for them to weep,
Be someone that they can keep.
Let them know they're not alone ,
Show them the love they've never known,
Give them space, but still be near,
Tell them that you'll always care,
Hold them close while you still can,
Don't let their life slip through your hand.

Copyright © Saskia Eugene | Year Posted 2021

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I Said No

I said no
But you chose not to hear
You still hurt me
And you didn’t care.
I said no
But you laughed in my face
You made me an object
Of public disgrace.
I said no
But I was still used
I was taken for granted
And I was abused.
I said no
But I was still drugged
You pleasured yourself 
And walked away with a shrug.
I said no
But you didn't give me a choice
You maimed me and then
You silenced my voice.
The world tries to blames me
But they do not know
I never gave in to you
I always said no.
They call me a wildflower
But they do not believe 
I said no but my answer
You would not receive. 
The shame follows me
Wherever I go 
They think I said yes
When I really said no.





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Yesterday I Cried

Yesterday my world came crashing down
And life seemed to be a mess
I sat and wondered why me
And yesterday I cried.
I always smile with all my friends
And everyone thinks I’m happy
They’ve never seen me shed a tear
But yesterday I cried.
My family thinks I’m well adjusted
My friends think I’m well put together
But yesterday everything fell apart
And yesterday I cried.
Today everyone found out my secret
I’m not as strong as I seem
Because yesterday I died
And today, everyone else cried.

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The Suicide

The tears silently
Flow from her eyes
And no one is here
To hear her goodbyes
She seals up the letters
She's written to friends 
And hopes that today
Her life finally ends
She's tried this so many
Times in her past
She prays that this time
It will be her last.
She's lost and she's broken
She's falling apart
She pulls the trigger
Of the gun to her heart
Her breath slowly stops
As she falls to the floor
Her life slips away
As she walk through death's door
This time she's succeeded 
In ending her pain
She's finally happy
She won't hurt again.

Copyright © Saskia Eugene | Year Posted 2021

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