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Best Poems Written by Saskia Eugene

Below are the all-time best Saskia Eugene poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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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.

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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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If Only

If you only walk
A day in my shoes
Then you'll understand 
That I don't get to choose
To  laugh or smile,
That crying is the only way 
To survive to see
Another day
If you could hear
The voices in my mind
You will know that they
Are not very kind
If you could live
One day in my head
You'll understand 
Why I'd rather be dead.
Try spending a moment
Within my heart
You'll see that I'm broken
And fallen apart.
If you were able
To see what I see
You'll know why I don't 
Want to be me.
If only you could
Hear what I hear
You'll know why I keep 
Living in fear.
So do not judge
My suicide
You don't know what
I feel inside.

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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.

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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.

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The Signs You Didn'T See

I killed myself
And now you care
But why weren't you more aware?
You lie and say you didn't see
The signs which showed I wasn't me;
The cuts which decorated my arm,
The fake laughter and the false charm,
The refusal to answer my phone,
The always needing to be alone,
The wanting forever to only sleep,
And me not being able to eat,
The times when I would hardly smile,
The sorrow hidden in my eyes.
But what about when we had fun,
Did you not see something was wrong?
Did you not see me trying hard
To hide the fact that I felt bad?
Did you not see me drowning drinks
To close my mind and to not think
Of how I just wanted to go
How could you say you did not know?
And when I did reach out to you,
You laughed and said it wasn't true,
You called me crazy,  you called me dumb,
It called it a cry for attention.
You said it was just in my head,
You turned your back on me instead
Of reaching down to help me stand,
You didn't even hold my hand.
I cried myself to sleep at night,
I tried my best to see the light,
But darkness lurked everywhere,
And at that time you didn't care.
Now that I am gone, you cry,
You say I didn't have to die,
You say if I had just reached out,
You'd have been there without a doubt.
It's too late now to turn back time,
It's years I have been dead inside.
I now feel free,
Don't cry for me,
But look out for your other friends,
You don't know how their story ends.

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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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Broken

I lay there in a thousand pieces 
All I can do is cry
Wondering why 
It's so hard to die
I'm broken. 
My bruises 
Scream out your name
As I lay 
Gasping in pain
I'm broken.
I try to rise
And fall to the floor
Determined, I try
To rise once more
But you knock me down
Over and over again 
Oh the agony
Oh the pain
I'm broken.
I try my best
To hide from you
But you still find me
You always do
You slit my wrist
Cut my heart in two 
But foolishly 
I stick to you
I'm broken. 
You rip my soul
Away from me 
I'm now a shell of 
What I used to be
I'm broken.
You leave me there
And walk away 
You take everything 
To ensure I stay
Broken. 






I lay there in a thousand pieces 
All I can do is cry
Wondering why 
It's so hard to die
I'm broken. 
My bruises 
Scream out your name
As I lay 
Gasping in pain
I'm broken.
I try to rise
And fall to the floor
Determined, I try
To rise once more
But you knock me down
Over and over again 
Oh the agony
Oh the pain
I'm broken.
I try my best
To hide from you
But you still find me
You always do
You slit my wrist
Cut my heart in two 
But foolishly 
I stick to you
I'm broken. 
You rip my soul
Away from me 
I'm now a shell of 
What I used to be
I'm broken.
You leave me there
And walk away 
You take everything 
To ensure I stay
Broken.

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A World of Music

I wonder if there was no music
Just how or lives would be
No singing in the morning
From birds up in the trees
No songs to say I love you
You are my world, my light
Nothing to lift your spirit
When you're feeling dark as night
How would we say what's in our hearts
When we cannot find the words
Our joy oursorrow and our pain
How would we ever be heard?
How would we explain the beauty of nature
Everything that we see
If there had been no music
Around for you and me.
And how would we praise Jesus
Who died for all our sins
And all the angels in heaven
What songs would they have to sing
Life without ?? (music) is nothing
So I thank God 4??(music)
Because ??(music)  is everything

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A Short Wish

I wish I could fly
Up there on a cloud
Where the world and it's problems 
Do not seem so loud 
Where beauty is present
In things all around
And I would be safe
From life on the ground. 
I wish I were a bird
To fly far away
From all of life's troubles
If just for a day