http://slow.writerscafe.org/saraishappy The original writings of author Sara Elyse Abrams en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050743 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 disclaimer: I do not do self harm and you should not do it either! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2762902/ I am panicking,I am crying,I am lying on the floor dying.I am scared,Truly terrified.Epitome of real life.When you are dying on the ground,But no one will save you.Just screaming “help me”,With no one around you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2762898/ A star has fallen today.From the highest peak,To the deepest ravine.From Mt. Everest,To the Mariana Trench.It fell from the sky,And crashed through the ground. Alongside my hope,They are both dead now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2762413/ A tear rolls down my face,As my lip quivers,And my body shakes,I gasp for air but I am drowning,Drowning in my own misery,Is what I would say,But today I just feel nothingI smile as wide as I can,Showing all my teeth,I squeal in excitement,Dancing around with joy,Feeling nothing but happiness,Is wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2762315/ I am trapped,Trapped in a vicious cycle,A cycle of forcing a pill down my throat,And as I gasp for air,I force it down with water.I am trapped,Trapped in a cycle of anxiety,A cycle caused by the pills,But when I don’t take them,The anxiety still roars. I am trapped,Trapped in a mortifying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2761940/ Under the mask,I am a mess,I am broken,Scarred,And worst of all damagedUnder the mask,I am not tough,I am scared to be hurt again,Lied to again,By the people I hold closeUnder the mask,I am vulnerable,The smallest things you say,Are bullets to my bare skin,And the most tragic this is that you will n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2761939/ It is ok,Do not cry,I tell myself the same thing all the time.Pretend I am not here,Just keep playing my games.Do not listen to the people around me,Pretend I am ok.Pretend I am safe,And by myself again.I am here though,No matter how much I tell myself I am not,And I am not ok. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2761717/ March 13th 2008, the day that changed everything. Riding my bike home in the street seemed like a good idea at the time. I thought my mother was being overly cautious when she told me to never ride in the streets. Then it happened, a car came out of nowhere. The car swerved left and right as it sped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2761058/ Why is it that if we are different,We hide it?Like if anyone knew we were different,We would be outcasts.Separated from society,Rejected by the world.It does not matter if the difference is the pimples on your back,Or the fact that you can move things with your mind.We hide it.Constantly;So that eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2761048/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2761047/ July 30 2021 Dear Lily,It has been 21 hours since the dream. I tried to go back to bed but I could not, so I just sat in bed thinking until it was time to wake up. I couldn't tell my parents what happened. How would I even start? “Hey mom and dad, I just wanted to mention that I was exper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2760858/ There is someone in the world that knows what you are going through,There is someone in the world that feels the way you do.  There is someone in the world that has been through this too.There is someone in the world that cries just like you.There is a place in the world where you can feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2760857/ July 30 2021 Dear Lily,Something happened about an hour ago. I had a horrible dream. It started with me sitting in my bedroom. Then my bedroom turned into the cellar. Suddenly I was chained to the floor and you were next to me. The guards walked into the room and injected you with something. Yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2760775/ July 29 2021 Dear Lily,Remember how I always used to talk about my best friend Leah from back home and you always talked about Galvin. We would always fantasize about seeing them again. Well, today my fantasy became a reality. It all started when I heard a knock at the door. My parents were goi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2760637/ I watch blood spill,But I don’t even flinch,I see a half naked girl,Get slaughtered right in front of me,But I just roll my eyes and say,“I knew she was gonna die”,I see monsters destroy a person,Who came from the opposite side of the earth,Fought for their rights,Walked through wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2760522/ July 28 2021 Dear Lily,It happened. I am finally home. I keep thinking to myself that you are at home with your family, playing with your dog Cinnamon, seeing your little sister Bella. Maybe you are, maybe you are watching over them right now. I don’t know what happens after we die, but I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2760276/ Dear Lily is a fiction story about a girl named Maria Roberts who was kidnaped two years ago. This book is in the form of letters Maria is sending to her deceased friend Lily. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2760275/ I walk alone,With a bright pink backpack,And a blue dress,Mama says that I can walk by myself,Because school is only one block away,I see a girl sitting on a bench about my age,With a backpack and a dress,We walked to school together,But she never went inI ride the bus,With an old backpack,And a bla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2760274/ Death to the one who believed in themselves,Death to the one who couldn’t do anything else,Death to the one who tried to succeed,Death to the one who tried not to bleed.Death to the one who cared for others,Death to the one who tried to love her,Death to the one who worked harder than the rest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2760201/ I am who I am.I do not not need to prove myself to you.You want every person to fit into a nice neatly packaged box,But I will not be defined by only six sentences.I will not be assigned a box to sit in for the rest of my life,And I refuse to participate in this patronizing activity.How can a person.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2759851/ You know if this poem is talking about you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2759561/ You say “I know what you are going through”.Well,You do not.Do you know the feeling of loneliness that consumes you after you realize that you do not have any real friends?Do you know how it feels to have your entire education depend on if you have good wifi?Do you know the tears that ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2759480/ This poem involves mentions of suicide. If you are struggling with suicide please call 800-273-8255. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2759143/ The loudest sound in the world is silence,It makes you think,Think of what you have done, Think of the bad,Think of the good,Think of how all you can hear is screaming,All at the same time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2759140/ Everytime I look in the mirror I see it. That thing,It haunts me.Every mirror,Every reflection,All the same;A reflection on a monster.I am the only one who can see it,So people call me delusional.I know what I saw though,And nothing you say will change that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2758885/ Cold,The last thought that forms in my mind before it all goes black.Cold,The feeling that haunts my body every waking moment.Cold,First it will hurt,Then the pain becomes so agonizing that I can not move.The only thought in my mind is “Please, make it stop!”Then it stops.Now I feel noth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2758798/ You pull your gun out,But I just stood there in fear,You pull the trigger,And the bullet hit my bare skin,I fall to the ground,And I clutch my chest in pain,As I bleed out on the floor,You shoot again,I wince at the feeling,Of another bullet hitting me chest,But I do not dare say anything,For if I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2626441/ Pain,Pain,Go away,Come again another day.Because right now,I just need a break,A break from the pain,So please go away.I know I always tell you to go away,But right now I’m serious,I can’t let you stay.Because when I let you stay,All you do is take,Away from me,And right now,I cannot han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2489927/ My mind keeps taking me back to the days,The day of my suffering,The days of my pain,I hear a word and the memories start coming,“Stop”,“Leave me alone”,I hear myself screaming,But I can’t let it out,So I guess I’m just screaming on the inside,Silent on the outsid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2489670/ I miss going to school.I never thought I would miss waking up at six AM.I never thought I would miss walking up a flight of steps five times a day.I never thought I would miss school,But when you don’t go to school for eight months,You tend to miss how it used to be.I miss human contact.I miss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2489541/ If life were a comic book,There would only be good and evil,People would have power to help,And the good will always prevail.If life were a comic book,People would be less complex,Love would make sense,And life would be less perplexing. If life were a comic book,There would be heroes and heroin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saraishappy/2489540/