I see a young girl with a frown on her face
Her once beautiful gown is now blood-covered lace
Her once bright eyes are drained lifeless now
And I know why&I know how
A crimson stained razor is grasped in her hand
On her wrist she wears the death band
It's carved deep and all around
She didn't scream, made no sound
I know her pain&know how she feels
She finally decided to end life's deal
A young dying girl is what I see
Take a look closer,this girl is me!

RULES: Go to google and type in your first name and the phrase. Copy and paste the first sentence/phrase you get that makes sense.


Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
A: Sadie needs a good home


Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
A: "Sadie" looks like in Japanese


Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
A: sadie Says - store to buy your funky, kitsch, unique jewellery.
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Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
A:Sadie wants to play football when she grows up


Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.
A: Welcome to Sadie does America.

Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
A:Sadie Hates Peaches

WHATTT i love peaches.

Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
A: sadie asks. "It says it’s from their Writing Instruments department

Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search.
A: Sadie Goes to Heaven

Ooops...

Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
A:sadie likes, touching, chew, johnson, owner, talk, very, cuddly, paws.
Until it starts to hurt!

Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
A: Sadie eating Frosty Paws

popular dog name i see.

Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
A: Sadie wears Puma Kids RS 100 Inf

And DAMN, don't I look HAWT!

Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
A:Sadie is arrested for shop lifting

Noway!

Brittany loved basketball
Friends and parties too
And when it came to painting
That's all she wanted to do
She painted everything she saw
Birds, flowers, the sky
Somedays she sat at her window
And painted everything that passed her by
But lately she'd been feeling woozy
Her muscles ached a lot
And her parents got kind of worried
So they took her to the doc

The doctor took a couple of tests
To see if everything everything was okay
Then the nurse came out with a look of sadness
And this is what she had to say;
"I'm sorry but you've got leukemia,"
"You've got about 3 months more."
Then Brittany got up and ran out of the room
And slammed the office door

She ran down the street screaming
And cried her eyes out dry
And stayed up all night
Wondering what it's like to die
Her parents held her tightly
And said, "We love you,"
"We'll make your last few months the greatest,"
"We'll do anything for you."

So Brittany and her parents moved to Florida.
To live by the sea
Because Brittany loved the ocean
And when she dies, that's where she wanted to be
She spent her days painting
And horseback riding by the bay
But one day she met this guy
And his name was Jay

They collected seashells together
And talked about all kinds of things
And then one day while walking
He handed her a ring
It said, "I love you,"
Which brought tears to Brittany's eyes
And when he put it on her finger
She began to cry

"I've got leukemia, and about a month more."
He said,"No matter what, I love you,"
"And no matter what, you are the one I adore."
So they spent everyday together
And swam in the Atlantic all day
But Brittany was getting weaker
And it was hard for her stay awake

So one day Brittany painted her picture
And gave it to Jay
She said, "I want you to remember me,"
"Even when I leave this place."
But one day while they were walking
And searching for seashells in the sand
Brittany collapsed and started to lose her breath
And said to Jay, "Please hold my hand."

"I love you more than anyone,"
"You are my only true love,"
"But now my time is up,"
"And I'll watch watch over you from above."

Then Brittany's body was lifeless
As she lay in Jay's arms
And he sat there all day
And kept her safe from harm

Her Violet Hair

She sat down, her dark violet hair lushed with the winds silent breeze. Pressing the razor against her soft white skin she carved the letters of pain. Moving the razor to her wrist she took a deep breath and started slitting across, her breath grew faint.
That’s not the first time she tried to kill herself, and from what she though it wasn’t her last. She failed again, but she was going to do it over and over until she achieved her goal. We are healed of a suffering only by expressing it to the full she said to herself waking up to the morning’s sunshine. “Come on come on, your late for school again” her mother said grabbing her purse and heading out the door. I hopped in the car seconds after her. We pulled up to the front of the school. “Maeze please, stay out of trouble and no self-inflected harm, today” She opened her door and slammed it after her and headed to the front doors, and then inside. “Welcome back maeze,” Mrs. Cooper said passing her in the hall hallways. “Maeze” Yelled Kyle, maezes closest friend, giving her a hug and kiss on her check. “welcome back” he said. “Thanks” she said forcing a smile to her cold plush face. The bell rang and they headed for class.
After school she walked to the lake and sat at the little bench surrounded by trees and bluebells. She was alone in the abandon place. I wish I could be as beautiful as the bluebell’s she thought, and then I wouldn’t be judged for my mistakes and for my cuts and scars, my pain. She took out her blood stained razor and cut into her leg. To feel is to have the pain. That’s all she wanted was to feel, to be someone and not feel worthless, but she couldn’t seem to do that, to feel again after her life became downward. After striking her legs and watching the tears of her crimson blood flow down her legs she stood and headed towards her house. She had to by home by seven for her probation or they would send her back to the suicidal hospital and that’s the place she puts all her hatred towards. “Worry gives a small thing a big shadow”, as Kyle once told her and its true. “Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity. They seem to be more afraid of life than death”
She went straight to her room refusing dinner. She sat at her computer desk bored and feeling lonesome, needing to talk to someone, even if they were random. No one was online, so she searched for someone to talk to. She left a message to some boy that she recognized from a class. Not expecting to be heard back from he wrote, infact they wrote back and fourth for hours, days and then he asked her the