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Sarah Vaughan Poem
Water trickles on her wrists
Wiping away the blood
Wiping away the pain caused by so many others
The voices in her head are screaming for her to kill herself
Telling her to forget about the small amount of hope she still holds on to
For that hope is the only thing keeping her alive
She feels as if everyone around her don’t see her
They see her as broken, something that can’t be fixed
But everything can be fixed it may not be perfect
But it still holds value
In this case the value of a person’s life
Someone who didn’t deserve the way she was made to feel
She had people tell her ‘I hope you die in your sleep’
Or people saying she was better off in a coffin
These words she started to believe so after so many years of hoping she gave up
She gave in to the voices in her head
That night she went in to her father’s study and took out his handgun
She held it to her head and with tears streaming down her face she pulled the trigger
Her parents woke in a fright and ran to the study
To find her limp, cold body lying on the floor, hoping that what they saw wasn’t real
That there baby girl wasn’t gone
They blamed themselves for not seeing how much pain she was in
For not noticing her when it mattered.
Copyright © Sarah Vaughan | Year Posted 2015
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Sarah Vaughan Poem
Just because it isn’t rape doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt
Doesn’t mean you don’t have to relive every moment of it
Doesn’t mean you don’t have to go through years of counselling
Doesn’t mean you get to forget the horrible truth
You never get to forget your only hope is to learn to live with it
To face the pain,
Put on a smile and show no emotion
Let no one know
Be strong when you really can’t be
When you have fallen down and gotten up so many times that you just can’t do it anymore
You don't know how it feels to live with the pain and memories every day of your life.
You have no clue how it feels to have everyone who you thought cared about you turn their back on you,
Toss you in the trash like you weren't human.
I remember all this,
I remember every single feeling,
Every single touch he made,
I remember it feeling like he was tearing me in half,
As if I was a sheet of paper that was full of mistakes.
As if I was just a kid he picked up off the street
His own possession
I wasn’t!
I was a young girl full of curiosity
But that all changed when I had my trust betrayed
It has taken me 10 years to learn to trust people again
10 years to gain the strength to ask all the questions that were killing me slowly inside
I bottle up my emotions
I try so hard to not let them out
I am not the only one
I am not the only person who feels this way
Every story is different
Everyone has their own way of dealing with it.
Some handle it better than others.
We learn to be strong
Fight the pain
Live our lives as best as we can.
That is all we can do, they have taken away part of our life
A part of our life we will never get back
For some they don’t remember it
For others they can recall every detail 10 years after
We fight ourselves everyday
We became stronger people, for ourselves but also our families
We are warriors!
Copyright © Sarah Vaughan | Year Posted 2015
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Sarah Vaughan Poem
Feeling like you’re not good enough,
Like nothing you do matters.
Crying on the inside,
While smiling on the out.
Acting like nothing is wrong,
Though secretly you’re dying.
Being made to feel like dirt,
For doing something you love.
Being told you’re not important,
That no one cares.
You get told that you’re lucky,
Even when you’re not,
Because others have less than you,
And are starving to death,
Because death is something feared by most,
But not by all.
There are the people who can’t wait to die,
Those people who have tried so many times,
That the only lesson for them is learning to die,
Those people have been made to feel alone,
Useless, unwanted and alone.
They self-harm to feel something,
Because their bodies are numb,
The hurt themselves because it takes away the pain,
But it doesn't work so they try harder and harder,
Until they die.
Simple as that,
No happy endings,
No music blaring,
No one around,
Just gone.
Copyright © Sarah Vaughan | Year Posted 2015
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Sarah Vaughan Poem
The tears rolling down her face as she makes those deep gashes in her arm.
She doesn't feel anything, she is numb.
She just wants the pain to end.
For people to understand that cutting is not just a phase
Just because she cuts does not mean she is broken,
She has scars on her arms, wrists, legs and stomach
She tried to alter her appearance because she got called fat
She changed the way she dressed because she was called a slut.
Little did they know that she was sexually assaulted at the age of 5
That she is afraid to be in a relationship.
That it has taken her 10 years to trust people again.
But it is too late now she is gone
You killed her with your words
With your bullying
She couldn't take it anymore
So she killed herself
In hope that it would make you happy
Because that is what she wanted
She changed everything about herself to make you happy
Not seeing that it was destroying her.
Copyright © Sarah Vaughan | Year Posted 2015
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