Rachel Korie Lyons Aug 4 1988-Feb 27 2004
Rachel we love you and we miss more each day! We will never ever forget you! You were such a great person and a great friend! We still can't believe that you are really gone! Everyday i wake up and I have to remind myself that you really aren't here and that you are in a better place with God! We know that you are watching down on us...being the perfect angel that you always were! We love you!!

Some things n life r rotten and just unfair some people get a good run others just don't get their share Life doesn't last forever sometimes its cut way 2 short try adding up the logic and at times it'll come 2 nought U would do nething 4 anyone u would have given them the shirt off ur back u were kind generous and caring they were qualities that u never lacked And some people live their life and they get their 3 scores and 10, but some don't get 2 leave their mark and others die lonely old men But u will always be remembered I'm sorry that u were cut in ur prime there can be no other explanation other than it was simply ur time And everything 4 a reason even though it's not that clear but ur spirit is with us u will always be near And so life must go on just like it has done before just know you'll always be with us, yesterday, now and for evermore!

To overcome our pain, we must move beyond the flesh
Through more than physical death.

There was a little girl,
Who didn't know what to do first.
The razors caused too much pain,
But life was much much worse.
The strength to push down harder,
Just wasn't really there.
She wasn't very sure,
But honestly didn't care.
She thought no-one would miss her,
Notice they would not.
But little to her knowledge,
She would never be forgot.
People were all amazed,
All her family could do is cry.
Everyone felt bad,
Her friends just wondered why.
Teachers were confused,
Her bullies all felt bad.
If they were only nicer,
Now they really wish they had.

Her Suicide
She wished to die,
it was her dream to leave.
Tried at it with a knife
attacking her wrist
and jumping in front of a car.
Our a skylight window
seemed to hard to do.
The windmill wasn't high enough
and she only landed with a bruise.
Then the day arrived
when she was low enough to overdose.
She'd do anything to die,
where she believed she'd be free.
Nobody was home this particular day
when she dove for the medicine cabinet
and unlocked the lock to death.
Opened the jar of pills.
Shivering, she drew one from the bottle
and popped it into her mouth.
Pill after pill,
she swallowed.
Fast and fast
until she reached the bottom.
The reality of what she was doing,
slapped her in the face.
She fell to her knees in tears,
knowing she'd know die,
that there was no choice.
No one home,
there was no way to say goodbye.
As she lay on the floor
in her last moments,
tears falling off her young nose,
she knew what she had to do.
She found paper
and a pen as dark as night
and started in on a farewell letter.
She dialed her counselor
and left a final message.
Crawled to her bed,
pulled the warm covers
up around her shoulders.
Clutched her worn teddy bear
and went to sleep.
Forever.

The tears of angels poured from the heavens that dreary morn,
as she was laid down to rest in the place that she was born.
Why? They ask over and over,
you wouldn't have to ask if you took the time to know her.
No, she wasn't crazy, not even the least bit insane,
then why was she so angry, what caused all her pain?
Look deep within yourself, that's where the answers lie,
those thoughts you hid in hopes that they would rot away and die.
She couldn't see the light, she felt she had nothing to lose,
you know the feeling, you know what it's like, to walk in those shoes.
It's sad you didn't seem to care, you never once asked if she was okay,
Maybe if we had all just taken the time she might still be here today.

This was on rachel's profile before she died:
CoURtneY R. - RULERS OF DA WORLD!!! WE GUNNA CONQUER DIS HELL HOLE!!! MUAHAHAHAHA!! HAHA!!! well bay i love u soo much n miss u 2 dont ever forget me! love u so much! stay sweet!!! muahz!

She takes the blade and wants to die.
Puts it to her skin as she starts to cry.
Would rather be anywhere---
Anywhere but here.
All of her problems flow from her veins.
No problem or blood in her remains.
She feels her spirit lifting out of herself.
As she falls, her head hits a shelf.
She's dead--that's all--no more life.
She cannot live anymore--
Will not become someone's wife.
Her body lay in a wooden box.
All of her mourners cry for their loss.
The day she was buried it rained; it poured.
She, the lost loved one, would always be adored.
As her casket was lowered into the ground,
The reason for her suicide never was found.

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