now that you
are reading this
it is my soul
you do not miss.
I wrote you this
to let you know
it’s not your fault
I had to go.
I left both you
and the world behind
because I felt
it was beyond my time.
Please don’t waste
your tears on me
it’s not worth it
as you can see.
I had decided that
there was no reason
to live a life
from season to season.
I never knew what
I was to become
I had no future
I was far to dumb.
You told me so
every day
so I felt I had
no need to stay.
Why stay in a life
that you’re no need
So I finished myself
so you wouldn’t have to see.
You wanted a success
you believed in me
but I couldn’t become
what you wanted of me.
I’m sorry dear family
and to all of my friends
I’m sorry that all of this
had to come to an end.
But now I must go
and leave you with this
It’s beyond my time
for the devils kiss

Who am I?

You ask me the question who am I? Well I guess normally one would start off with their name, and introduce their self; but my name is just a sequence of a series of different letters. Surly letters that mean nothing, I am just another girl that sits in the class that no one will ever get to know. What does my name represent; what is it that actually makes up my being. When I am going day by day living each moment of this life I am given, what is it that people are seeing of me. You see what I let you see, firstly you see my outside: my height, my hairstyle, the color of my eyes and the tone of my skin; and for most of you that is all you will ever get to see, you'll never see the things that I do or the words that I speak, the true means of what starts to define that 'who' am I. So should this topic maybe actually be 'what's in my soul'? The truth is I know I am labeled; but I don't go by those labels, I erase them from my head when they are thrown my way. We’re all made differently; unique in our own ways but there are expectations that we follow even as different as we actually are. Again you ask who I am. I look around with a slight puzzled look upon my face; this is who I am I finally whispered isn't that what you wanted to know, did you not? But I obviously know that this is not what you want to hear you want to know that my name is Tia-Marie Buckley, 18 years old born in Born in Brookings raised in Germany. You want me to tell you the little details that make up my existence the easy way, by me just telling you, but that’s not who I am, that’s what I am. That does not actually describe who I am, the answers to this question will never be found in my folded up birth certificate that lies in a dark box collecting dust as the years pass us by. But more on the lines of getting to actually know me, getting to know what I have grown up from, and to know all the struggle it took for me to finally be whom I am.